fighting with the ones we love
we call ourselfs the misfits,we fight,
we argue,
and disagree,
but no matter what,
we know,
when we calm down,
well stay together,
even stronger,
then the time before,
we have each others backs,
and go to he imposible,
for each and everyone,
we love each other,
just like family,
where all different,
but thats what makes us,
the misfits,
where looked down on,
it feels as though,
sometimes where losing,
this battle,
of love,
and friendship,
the fights we have,
if we just paid attion,
are so stupid,
we do it,
to the ones,
where closest to,
casue we know,
when we need them theyll be there,
i guess thats why where,...
family,
we do all the above,
and still come back,
to each other
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