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 Do we still hate each other after these days?

I still wonder if you were high that day. Then I whispered to myself.

    - Why are we doing this?

Broken mugs,

broken glass,

broke your skin,

hurt mine.

And you kept medicines,

you never took one,

I did take some,

you never noticed it.

Some real scars,

that we left on us.

Broken bottle,

rotten food on bags,

still, I'd taken out,

all of that.

And we are still counting,

measuring, who was hurt the most?

just by looking,

at the other one.