Does It Have To Be Like This?

Why do you yell?
Why do you cuss?
Why do you make such a fuss,
over the little things in life?

I apoligized once.
I apoliged twice.
But yet you ignore me,
Like a little grain of rice.

I thought our friedship
Was a beatiful thing.
Almost as sweet as a kiss.
Does it have to be like this?

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