casualties
you said you changed,
"i am different,",
you said this after coming home from jail,
I,
only three,
felt deep hatred for the first time,
i was lied to,
by the one person i trusted most,
you snuck out a window,
got high,
then drunk,
then you wrecked a car with your friends,
no casualties
except the one of a three year olds heart.
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