Me, the 8-Ball
I feel like the 8-ball in a game of pool.
Not exactly the best looking ball on the table, but definitely the last one that you want to
mess with!
Then there are the people who remind me of the "white ball."
They're always doing their best to knock anyone they come in contact with into a "pocket."
What the "white balls" never realize is that, eventually, they'll get sucked down too.
In retrospect, I'm glad I'm the "8-ball," true to myself and the last to go down.
That's right! Me, the 8-ball, and proud of it!
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