His hands raged For hours He sits now On the couch Eyes glazed Trying to explain I survey the Damage Chair thrown Door kicked in Bed turned over T.V. Busted Papers everywhere Broken bottles All over the floor Bloody nose Bruised arm Broken soul I wonder how I will clean it Before my daughter Wakes up Even now I am making Reasons to stay He tells me He's just not Used to someone caring And I'm wondering When I finally won'tBirth sign: Libra
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