we're one big argument that's never going to stop.
Bickering.
Bitterness.
Bottled up hurts.
When did we get so good at this?
Causing each other pain.
When did the distance
Start pushing us apart?
When did silence start to feel more comfortable than talking?
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
we're one big argument that's never going to stop.
Bickering.
Bitterness.
Bottled up hurts.
When did we get so good at this?
Causing each other pain.
When did the distance
Start pushing us apart?
When did silence start to feel more comfortable than talking?
I used to not question if the pleasure outweighed the discomfort.
Activate the distress signal.
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