Tit for tat, we shout
insult here, grievance there.
Why stay together
when we’re both stressed out.
Blame is the name of the game
you think I’m playing.
I’m tired of you pointing out
my faults.
In my wounded heart
I’m better off alone.
inktuition
writing my life and soul
inktuition 
It’s better to live separate than being stressed together.
Thank you. I agree. Separation is so difficult though.
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