Why does sucha fine day have to turn the tables on me?

I bloody hell hate heated words that cut so deep, the deafening noise that silence the heart, the cold icy stare that's made of rock and the distance that diminishes your back...

We often allow a moment of anger to overshadow the rest of our emotions.
You see, I can't even remember how it started...
Can you?

Let the compromise begin and the smiles flashing again.

//we don't give up so easily on things we hold so dear
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