Another evening fight.
Another"I'm wrong your right"
It's become a habit.
She swings her arm at him.
He will grab it.
He will win.
This time she is wrong.
Within seconds he is gone.
Caught in the vicious crossfires.
No room for my desires.
What does it matter? It's just more empty rhymes.
I will heal and be broken again endless times.
I have this one thing to say.
Please take me away, move me.
I am paralyzed by my incapability.
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@sjw @sarahgamal I'm so glad you all like it! Words easily become powerful when you really mean them ❤❤❤
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