Fight

I hate it, actually.


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I hate how everytime we talk, we get into this big fight. This war of words that turns so ugly at times.

And it always ends up leaving either one of us scarred for the moment.

Funny, how we attack each other. We seem to know just which Achilles heel to charge into. Our blades filled with the most lethal of poison, our punches driven with all our energy and might.

And in the end, we just end up hurt, and exhausted. And one way or another, we give in, and apologised to the other for the things we said.

Sometimes its not "giving in", sometimes its cos.....we're both right. And we're both wrong at the same time.

Whichever it is, oddly, its the only thing we have that comes close to the word "communication".

Its like, the ONLY thing that's connecting us now. It's like.....we're MEANT to fight time and again with each other. To be frustrated by each other once awhile.

I hate this, actually. I hate it. I hate how things are like this now, and honestly i still miss the old us, before everything turned bad.


I hate this. And its eating me up slowly.....