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She is standing there, in the small kitchen
While far away her husband is fishing.
Despairing tears fall down her gentle face
How could she have brought upon this disgrace?
She had a family, a perfect life
Now she'll be labeled as a cheating wife.
On her heart is etched the story of sin
With lies and deceit, one can never win. 
"This secret my husband can never know
I'll tell him its his when I start to show."
Inside she knows he will never believe
The only option is for her to leave.
She cannot walk out of her own home,
The last thing she wants is to be alone.
Suddenly her husband walks in the door.
Scared, she pulls a steak knife out of the drawer.
She goes in for the hug, knife in hand
Her reasoning fully at fears command.
The steak knife falls swiftly to the hard ground
Her ex-husband follows, not making a sound.
"I'm feeling like some take-out for dinner,
I'll be home soon," says the crazed sinner.
She closes the door and turns off the lights,
His body left to the roaches and mice.

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