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Jul 2019
Will I pretend to be happy so you
Can feel better?.
How many times have you said
This is last time?.

While everything is a game or an act
We are lift to pick up the pieces.
Beer cans and wine bottles every were
You ask why the angry face.

You say that your an adult you don't
Need told what to do.
Live in a ***** house drink yourself
To death I am past caring.

The day you crossed the line was
When you spit in my face.
I had to write something to get my pain and anger out my brothers boyfriend has a drink problem. When he is not on the drink he is nice but he is nasty when he is on it
And after almost hitting me with a bottle and spiting in my face that was the last straw for me.
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stephanie burrows  F
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