Hurt vs Hurt

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I'm tired and worn down

Of this silly game

Of hurt vs hurt

Throwing stones at our hearts

Made of china

Call me a bitch, I call you a liar

In the end no one ends up happy

No one ends up fine

I just tear down your wall

And you tear down mine

Firing canons in the direction of the love for each other

Scarring each other

Toying at our little game of thrones

As we both crumble like the city of Rome.

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