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you drink too much
and yell a lot.
cold to the touch
and eyes bloodshot.
lazy and dependent,
can't do anything yourself.
three month sentence,
lonely days in your cell.
you came out reformed,
but not for long.
you acted transformed,
and she went along.
now you're back to yelling
and being an ungrateful drunk.
you're always quelling,
because, to you, she's junk.
- kyle
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Poetryfor the boys in my life. the ones i hate, the ones i can't have, & the ones i wish i was.
