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Feb 2015
One, two, three
The bottles keep disappearing
Four, five, six
The hits becoming harder
I can smell it on her breath
See it in his eyes
Never changes
Only gets worse
Nobody see’s his anger hiding beneath my sleeves
This one isn't finished yet, but this is what I have so far
HalieAnna
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   Hayley
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