A bad argument
It can be like Russian RouletteEach person pulling the trigger
With words you shoot until someone breaksConstantly trying to one up each other
Like your playing a game of who can hurt who the mostNot many people recognize this
Especially in the heat of the momentAll you really care about is they hurt you
And that they need to feel the same hurt you doAt that time there is no right or wrong
It's using what ever you can think of to winOnly mad when the trigger you pulled
It didn't affect themBut the trigger they pull
It stings as if an actual bullet hit youRight in the chest you can feel it
That the next trigger you pull will be your last
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