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May 2015
My mind gets to the point where it's done,
I can't take it anymore.
You say you love me,
why don't you show it then?
I can only do so much.
Drinks and drinks and drinks.
I am waiting patiently,
maybe not so patiently.
Is that your car?
No.
Is that you coming home?
No.
All there is in this house is yelling and fighting.
I know how you feel
I do,
I really do.
You give me everything I need and want.
It's like a ticking time bomb sometimes.
Just the slightest push or shove,
and BOOM

I want you here with me.
Where are you?
I am waiting patiently,
maybe not patiently.
Kaitlin Frost
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