We fought that day.
It was like a war battle.
We were screaming and crying.
Yelling and pushing.
Cornering and insulting.
We never made up either.
It was our first fight.
But we both seen a side of one another that we did not like.
And unfortunately, the good side wasn't enough anymore.
Every time I saw you after that.
You had bags under your eyes from sleepless nights.
Puffy, red cheeks from crying.
Messy hair from gripping it.
Busted knuckles from punching things.
It was like a mirror and a reflection now.
But I hid it much better.
My pain was on the inside.
Your's glowed through you like a lantern.
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