The Easy Way Out, by Shawoo Small
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The Easy Way Out
I thought I was something special
The gift that came into your life.
I sit day after day and endower the pain while I cry silent
tears
Unable to stay what I feel in order to avoid the fighting
I know you’re hurt and want her back but your pride
matters more than your happiness
So I live a lie with a stepmother and a little brother
Expected to act as if my mother, sister and brother were
dismissed
We argue and fight
Saying it will get better
But in reality it won't because you took the easy way out
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Posted: 2012-10-17 00:11:09 UTC |
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2013-01-14 01:22:47 | Matt J Bond |
This paints a pictures of hardship and greatness. I did cry while reading this over and over again. Amazing! |