At her at me
At the produces of us
Anger sustains our nourishment
Peace is unstill
We are broken stuck together only by genetics
There is no answer
There is no coming together
It’s all disdain
It’s all sharpness the ones that hurt
It’s all misunderstanding
It’s all being faraway
All being in unparalleled lines
Yesterday I really felt like kebabs
So I did them
I thought it would be fun
But kebabs don’t go with fish and it was all terrible
I hated how she was deliberate not to put them out
They’re done by me of course so poison
And then he asked about them she HAD to put them out
I had to buy a bag
Who cares
I had to shout
I had to apologise
I just don’t care
Or do I
Badness goes around
I started it
So I guess I get what I deserve
Or do I
I feel sorry for myself
I have to deal with a lot
Or do I
Maybe it’s the other way around
I guess they’re at the age where their branches are twig and break
And mine are still bendable
Or are they
All I know is
We don’t get on more than we do
We don’t get on
We
Don’t
Get
On
Worse
If I just fight back half a once
I get the spitfire of dragons poured over me
Things that shouldn’t be evil
Are
I feel like I’m tired more than I have energy
And I’m angry and sad more than I’m happy
Best
Over
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