We, sometimes, fight over things that seem not to worth it
But that is not to say the fight is not worth it
I love her
At least she fights me with her fist and not her mind
She opens up even without words
Every utterance explains whatever wrong I have done
I prefer that kind of honesty and nakedness
rather than to be with who, who will never let me see through her
To see my wrongs
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