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Browbeat
The family came and went
My emotional and physical pain stays lament
The burden of lies
Stays alive within family ties
The truth teller
Gets the raw deal from the home dweller
How can I get my life out of this cellar
Return to my innocence
The love I always have for those that sin
I feel like a garbage bin
Dump on me like a drunk arduous throwing away the gin
I take in a deep breath
Exhale in a way to feel no death
I’m here to stay
Love me...
Hate me...
Browbeat...
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Steven Kopko
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