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May 2018
I still don't know what
was the trigger.
Suddenly, He was just mad
all the time.
Every argument just got bigger.  
Whose fault was it all ?
That would be mine.
He used to think everything about me was great.
He used to love everything I did.
Now all he feels is hate
and the best I can do is stay hid.
What happened to the man the who said that vow?
He's gone and whose left is so dark.
I don't think he will change now.
All he cares about is leaving a mark.
Wendy Buckley
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