The Past
Where there once was love there now is hate
Old faces in photos covered up with masking tape
Houses empty
Homes broken
No where to run no where to hide
Simply must go unwillingly for a ride
It seems as if nothing will end their chide
sleepless nights
endless fights
the sun is setting on my old life
replacing it with one of constant strife
Around one another they are simply incapable of acting tame
statistics say 50 percent of all people are doomed to this fate
Such a difficult situation for so many families. ~ Mrs. Kopp
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