iv. him
he was scared
but he would never admit that
he played the strong soldier at home
because the house was a battlefield
his mom and dad always fought
and threw around the word
d i v o r c e
like it was a dart
and he hated it
he hated it more
than he hated
helping people
because he was helpless now
and no one was there to see it
so he left
and he walked and walked and walked
until he couldn't walk anymore
and instead, he didn't stop
he just walked a little more
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