Arguments happen.
Only feuled by hatred.
Arguments happen
Only fueled by pain.
Arguments happen
When ever I'm around.
Arguments happen.
I can't stop them.
Every one around gets into arguments.
No matter the trouble.
But under it all is a hatred
Burning underneath as a feul.
I hate arguments
I hate them very much.
Yet nobody can see why.
Whenever unlock them out.
They just push them back in.
And every one wonders why I'm full of hatred.
Arguments.
That is your reason.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
Arguments happen.
Only feuled by hatred.
Arguments happen
Only fueled by pain.
Arguments happen
When ever I'm around.
Arguments happen.
I can't stop them.
Every one around gets into arguments.
No matter the trouble.
But under it all is a hatred
Burning underneath as a feul.
I hate arguments
I hate them very much.
Yet nobody can see why.
Whenever unlock them out.
They just push them back in.
And every one wonders why I'm full of hatred.
Arguments.
That is your reason.
I'm really stuck and tires of arguments.
Wrote this because my "parents " are in a argument.
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