Argument after argument.
Fight after fight.
The darkness of our souls,
revealed to all at night.
The impurities run down our ravines.
One by one we slowly take a drink,
into our troubled thoughts that empower our minds,
and then we soon speak before we can think.
Buttons are always pushed.
Most of us soon can't see clearly.
The deafness of our beating hearts,
are missed by the ones we find dearly.
Assumptions are made,
about who started it all.
For the one who didn't and held their own,
can hold their head tall.
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