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Fighting Back

They’re standing like animals about to attack with her in the middle, again

He’s got a look that can charm anyone but he’s always had a silver platter, people kissing his boots, always clothed in white, always looking like the good guy

Facing him, always clothed in black, always looking like the villian but no one really knows what he’s been through.

One can pretend but the truth always comes out

She knows how they both truly are and appearances can be decieving

One waits to slit the others throat
Hidden in the shadows
No one would know by the way he acts, but they hate each other with a passion
To the core they may be bound by friendship
But loyaly is fleeting for one, while the other has lost so much

Aches and brusies from their fists beating each other
Not holding back
Blood pours down
Both fighting to win
Both not backing down

Tears stream down her face
It hurts her to watch them go at it
But she can’t turn away
The words are trapped in her throat

But she doesn’t realize that it’ll take the end of the world for them to stop
Until a heart stops beating is the only way it’ll end

Author:

"My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old, a rebellious teenager making bad life choices and a 80 year old woman whose tired and needs a nap." - Luna @bpdNymph I love so hard because I know how it feels to be loved so little Labels : : Gamer, Yarn Artist, DM, Hopeful Romantic

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