Forgetting II Breathe

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Its just like forgetting to breathe

Submitted: July 15, 2016

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Submitted: July 15, 2016



I hate arguing damn it,

Whether I’m right or whether I’m wrong,

What’s winning in a fight?

Between the wrong and the wrong,

Who has control?

As words are thrown,

Hard enough to break bones,

Fuck the sticks and the stones,

What’s the purpose of a point?

When your words are misused?

When the pain is stirred,

And you’re mutually abused,

All you want is your point seen,

But all vision is red,

And post argument entities haunt you,

Words vortexing in your head,

An argument seeking resolution?

That’s not what you’ll get,

No matter your next point,

You’ll argue the same shit,

The spinneret of an argument,

What a web does it weave?

An argument is synonymous,

With forgetting to breathe,

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