Words rendered to sound Like mortars hitting ground Accusations filled with blame Armed so aptly with my name Emotion rides so high among us and logic has no place in justice it seems what matters most is what is felt and that retributions dished when harm is dealt. A call to reason is left unheard as meaningless, treasonous, empty words "This isn't war, we just disagree A misfiring communication you see I'm not here to hurt you, but I do wish to be heard" But the pain makes distinction of battle lines blurred. The dynamic of a friendship is never fully quite the same with the damming of a prospective before ever knowing its name. -
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