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Thu, 04/27/2017 - 00:21 -- 431G417

Days carry unlike the nights

Who were riddled with the fights

We never could agree

We never could

              My stomach aches, but I’ve the will

I can make it, if though I’m still

I hope with life, you couldn’t hear

That you’d just pass without a clue

But you didn’t, did you?

              I walk on eggshells

Metaphoricly

I talk back

Moronically

I’m sweating bullets

For fear you’d see

Me hiding

In the corner

 

              Days and hours

Without sleep

I wonder how

We both keep

I wait for

The police

But

They

NEVER

CAME

              “Civil matters”

Small dispute

A squabbling engine and caboose

For we’re “family”

It’ll pass

And I believed them

              You were nice

You’d let me sleep

And browse YouTube without a peep

I thought I finally got to you

But it was just a ruse

This poem is about: 
My family

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