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Sep 2014
Someone asked me
If you always yell like that
And treat my mom like
Complete and utter ****
I nodded my head
But I didn't even notice
I've become so good
At drowning you out
You yell at me
For not knowing what's going on
But how could I
When no one tells me
I guess you're speaking
The only language you know
But I don't care
I don't want to hear it
My father. He's okay, once you get to know him, which I still haven't done, but he is also known for his harsh, hurtful words.
Alexis A
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Alexis A  PA
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   Frank Ruland
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