The Fight
THe room we share, is now a battlefield.Day and night, cannons are exploding.
Insults are flying like missles to the other side,
our anger reaches the other person.
Either side has losses.
Whether its happiness or love.
We started this fight two long months ago,
and neither of us remebers why.
BUt I know, I can not lose.
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