The fighing never stops, blame shifts and the tables turn
focusing on the little things, you never see what's right in front of you, more important things underneath, but for you they don't exist, ignoring the fact that there's a problem, acting as if it isn't real
the one responsible for my well being is the one who is my nighmare, we grow up but you fail to see that and we grow to resent you, the cycle is never ending
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depressing poetry...
pretty much poems thas bout it