Sometimes we fight more only to fight more.
Trying to speak, trying to yell, when we can barely breathe.

Ready to express the pain that we feel to the core.
Unable to understand why they think they are better from the time they teethe.

Greed is how they live.
Guilt is something they never feel.

Lies are what we believe.
Enemies are who we trust.

Son of Sappho Poetry

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