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Nov 2012
What more can you do
Than sit there and watch the family unit fall apart
See family stumble and slurr everywhere they go
Watch their minds turn to mush
See them become shells of who they were
You sit there and look at them and think off all the good memories you have and then you blink and they fall down and say awkward things that don't fit the moment
And your heart breaks because you dont know how to help, what to do
And you cry because they didn't even remember their own niece
What a happy family we are.
Samantha Steele
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Samantha Steele  The Dirty South
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