Sometimes it is best to walk away than sling insults. You can't take back your words.
Words in anger flow black like tar and crow below the belt, they land blow by blow the mouth the mighty hand Frustration and anger collide taking it all in our stride stepping on everything sacred respect is gone it has faded Anticipating the blame and disgust shredding the last bit of trust who is to blame is important the nagging is terribly constant Arguments are deadly weapons they are supposed to be lessons angry words leave lasting impressions Won't do any more of these sessions Soon the silence lays claim no longer about who's to blame things are no longer the same and that is an awful shame.
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