Divorce

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Like a child banished to the corner
He was exiled from our house
For he is nothing but a drunken oaf
Acting as no father of ours

He may work to earn money
But he does nothing around the home
So piece by piece its breaking
And im left here in the middle





Alone




He fights with my mother
who's only holding on for me
He fights with my brother
Acting as if hes a liability

So now this home is broken
Its not a home anymore
Now its a forsaken building
With angst amoungst its floors

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