They Are The We Of Me.

She Stood In Front Of The Mirror A Long Time, And Finally Decided She Either Looked Like A Sap Or Else She Looked Very Beautiful. One Or The Other.

There Are The Lover And The Beloved, But These Two Come From Different Countries.

In The Face Of Brutality I Was Prudent. Before Injustice I Held My Peace. I Sacrificed The Things In Hand For The Good Of The Hypothetical Whole. I Believed In The Tongue Instead Of The Fist. As An Armor Against Oppression I Taught Patience And Faith In The Human Soul. I Know Now How Wrong I Was. I Have Been A Traitor To Myself And To My People. All That Is Rot.

Don't You Loathe It When Doctors Use The Word 'we' When It Applies Only And Solely To Yourself?

That Was The Best Of All. To Speak The Truth And Be Attended.