Our first time was like: Haggling with a dealer, For our honor, It was smooth, Awkward, Useless, Like breaking bones. Under the table, Lies the box, The boxof pride. To find your way our way out of the box, Was like walking through the forest of Resentment, Wrath Jealousy And romance. Finding no end. We had to go through the passage way of mystery, It was like riding the dragon of life. We stumbled, Murdered, Mourned, And...