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Oct 2014
He never understood her pain and she never understood his;
So they traveled alone on some empty road in the hope that one day they could fix each other and mould themselves back into the one thing they knew how to be; a couple.
But those days of love left long ago;
Blinded by the cries of my mother.
My father slowly empty the contents of the wine bottle;
Trying to dull his feelings and ridicule his mind.
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Meg Goodfellow
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Meg Goodfellow  Australia
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