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Fighting With Myself

You're punch connects with mine,
And our knees soon meet,
Synchronised in perfect time,
The same steps with our feet,

Blood spills on my cheek,
And it also spills on yours,
It shows that even bullies can bleed,
In the fairest of wars,

Tears run from my eyes,
And of course you cry too,
But soon after I realise,
I'm fighting with me not you.

Diddle

@Diddle

!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! ร‡a Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ยกยกยกยก

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