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Nov 2012
Distruction,
     Chaos
Trust no more- unit of shambles.
Words meaningless,
     I do...I lie.

Love gone wrong or love given wrong?
Who is an onlooker to decide?
Family or foe?
     Both fit this scenario.

A home filled with bodies
     Some fake emotions
As full of life as a graveyard,
     A moment of unison and then gone.

When does the fighting subside?
When he admits he's wrong,
          When she admits she's wrong,
                    When they admit they're both wrong,
                              When they admit alcohol isn't the solution?
Never realizing the most deadly family killer isn't another come into the picture,
     But instead a little clear liquid taken ten times a day.
Morgan Hillhouse
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