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Aug 2015
Disappointment in your eyes
Because my delivery cuts you to the bone
Retreating from the war
In hiding just to be calm
The only safe place is when I'm all alone
Tired of fighting and taking it back
Tired of the fear and wringing my hands
The sickening feelings I feel waiting for the next attack
Displaced and disenchanted
Homeless in my own home
"It's You, It's You,
It's all for you,
Everything I do..."
Lesa Renee
Written by
Lesa Renee  Portland, OR
(Portland, OR)   
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