Family Games
Total chaos
utter dissmay
our family's lives
day after day
she did this
he did that
look in the mirror
that's where it's at
point the finger
pass the blame
think only of ourselves
feel no shame
hurtful words
terrible names
thus is the process
of our family's sick games!
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