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It's Funny (part 1)


How we fight over nothing at all, but when we do I watch my world fall Apart, breaking at its seams. Dying inside, choking back my screams. My eyes swell up and my breathing gets shaky. I wish to sleep forever, secretly wishing someone will wake me. It's funny how we fight so bad that we make each other so mad. Mad enough to say goodbye, to one another and the world, and want to die But die we never seem to do because our last words are always "I love you." It's funny how those three words change our destiny. It's funny how those three words mean so much to you and me. It's funny how when we threaten to leave is when we realize we are meant to be.
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