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Sep 2012
Another angry text,
Another night of yelling,
What are we doing anymore,
If you're that unhappy,
I'll show you to the door,
When you get half way out,
You always turn back..

I don't remember why,
but we're fighting again,
Usually I don't know why,
It turns to a contest,
Who can make the other hurt best,
We both end up wrecked,
Let's retire back to bed,
I can't do this anymore..
R A Sanders
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