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Jul 2018
We never fight
We spit venom in the form of
Snarky remarks, hurtful comments
And bitterness
But we never let the anger boil over
Into screaming matches or wet faces
Until long after one of us has gone to bed
And the tears start to pour
And all the hurt comes out
Until it's time to carry on
And pretend everything is okay.
Steff
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Steff  27/F/The Stars, Ontario
(27/F/The Stars, Ontario)   
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     J and devante moore
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