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The Meal
The fresh markings lit up on her worn face
It's my fault that he's acting this way
He wouldn't have hit me if I just made the meal like he liked it
I shouldn't have added those darn peppers
He hates that I know it
Why did I make it with peppers?
He comes home
Same routine/ tosses her against the wall
Tells her how much he hates that he married her
Another day another beating
Blames herself for their trouble
Never realizes it's him not her
Paradise in suburban America
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