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Broken glass on the floor.

The whisky Slippery on my feet.

I walk up to closed door,
Placing my ear,
I hear,

The unforgiven pleads,
The silent whimpers,
The shallow breathing,

The soul almost dead...

I sigh in defeat .

Wanting to hear no more,
I let my feet take me to my bedroom.

As I sit on the window sill,
Sadness I try to kill,

I think to myself,

Will this ever change?
Or will we be forever in this cage?

Why does she have to face all this?

All she does is care.

But then I realize,
That life is unfair.

It might be difficult to live..

I was only five...

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