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Fear
Contributed by
hawaii06
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Tuesday, 20th January 2004 @ 05:47:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
FamilyPoems
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I grew up wrong.
When I went home, all I heard was fighting,
Saw the pots and pans being thrown.
Uh-oh here come the knives,
Dad opens another beer,
Can’t you see my fear?
I’d stand in the kitchen, in the middle of them.
If I pick up the phone, I’m going to get beat.
What do I do?
Look, it’s the blood, gushing down my mom’s face.
I scream, calling out names. Lizzy…Jerry…help…
None of know what to do.
Jerry runs down the hill, to get Aunt Mary.
We go down there until everything’s normal again.
So scared, 3 days later, they’re at it again, same old thing.
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Re: Fear
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by Jellybellyprincess on
Saturday, 24th January 2004 @ 12:11:12 PM AEST
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Oh.... I sincerely hope for brighter days. I'll be praying for ya. And if you need someone to talk to, I'll be there, OK?
God bless,
Ellen |
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Re: Fear
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by Cobalt on
Monday, 9th February 2004 @ 11:44:04 PM AEST
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| Ouch. I hated when this used to happen. I hope it ends soon in a good way. |
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