Help
The bullshit
The lies
The insults
The yelling
The fighting
I live though
This
Day by Day
When I was
Little
I could
Fake a smile
At this hurtfully
Words
But as I
Grew
So did the
Insults
And it become
Tiresome
To face
So please
All I ask
Is a friend
To be there
For me
Please
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