very little of my early years.
I know I cried many tears.
my parents always fighting,
and how the quiet was so inviting.
holding my mothers hand while walking,
and with my dad it was fishing and talking.
my mother constantly crying,
and wondering, why aren't they trying?
feeling stuck in the middle
I couldn't fix it, I was too little.
needing someone that wasn't there.
Sometimes life just isn't fair.
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