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Bipolar


Worry for her children

Fills her head.

 

Her daughter is under the table

Tears running down her face.

 

Her husband throws a glass cup

Across the room.

 

A hole is dug in the backyard

“Its for you he says”

She grabs her kids and runs.

 

The next day he calls

“Want to go to the fair?”

 

If she knew

She never would have fell in love.

 

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