Communication

Behind unknowing turned backs,

Soft-spoken silent attacks

 

When one is out of the room

They seek to seal them in a tomb

 

Constantly talk of problems

But never talk to solve them

 

To triangulate: to hate

Fostering the horrid trait

 

We; tearing ourselves apart

Does great damage to my heart

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