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As much as arguing comes natural to most people

We realize how much arguing makes each other feeble

No matter how loud or how subtle we yell at each other

No matter how many times we mend, it tends to keep breaking again

Like a scab on an arm that we’re impatiently trying to get rid of

And we keep trying to rip up but it just keeps bleeding and clogging up

And then a temporary band-aid is needed for mopping up

And once that bandage is off, it’s still there unfortunately

Our loud voices become the proud noises that break through ignorance

And fills up arguments like prescription bottles, we get addicted to it

And it feels so good fulfilling your temporary dreams of throwing screams

At your loved ones, when on the outside it just doesn’t seem to sew seams

To close the holes that you made in your loved ones

And arguing simply is enough fun when you proved others your voice is never unsung

Verbal damage can’t be undone; it stays there like a bruise, but permanent

And it keeps burning skin until it gets into the inside and instigates your thoughts

Reminiscing so bitterly about the last time you were yelled at

And we keep arguing and arguing

Like we keep pulling monsters out of our mouths

And we’re stuck in a room just us two

And a bunch of monsters standing there like what are we supposed to do

Wasting the room and wasting the time when we could sit back and relax with wine

And now people want to press rewind like regret has become their tape player

Fast forward conversations like we’re too lazy to take it in and get through with them

Record over others like we don’t give a damn

And pause like we’re not ready for verbal abuse

I thought our ears were made to hear the news

Good or bad, the tone lets us step in each other’s shoes

As we grasp what spoken words really mean

And before we argue or scream,

Let us think so we don’t cause a scene

That would shove others down

I want to push around gently

 like it was back in first grade

So playfully, like make-believe imagination

To get away from people who haven’t realized

What arguing has done for us today.

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