Things we Say
Of quiet despite, And hate we may, I'll never understand this day, For things you say, And things I say, Nothing said makes a change, Giving birth to new pains, Stoking tirelessly the flame, As you hurt me, I do the same, Never to be the blame, For afterwards, I'll bear my shame, From all the nasty things we say.
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