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The Happiest Front

Jacque was the happiest of newlyweds on the outside She dressed fastidiously. Walked with her joyful head up. She had many excuses. She could never take time to sup. Her smile helped her pretend she was a well-loved satisfied bride Jacque was keeping her honest betrayed feelings deep inside. She was cheery, and happy, keeping in her abject sadness. Stuck in a battle, she could never hope to win, a madness. Hoping to help her husband with rage he could no longer hide. Written Feb 20, 2019 Contest: Enclosed Rhyme Sponsor: Emile Pinet

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Date: 2/21/2019 2:21:00 AM
Ooh, mistake...mistake...bad...bad...mistake she's made! He'll never change. Well penned though.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/21/2019 7:18:00 AM
I have to admit I agree it is tough for the abusers to mature and change; I truly do not know of any who could no matter how much "counseling" - too damaged.