Love That Isn't Good
No family is perfect. We all have our flaws.
But I am really tired of hearing them fight right down the halls.
My parents are selfish. They know they are no good.
Their love is like when you got a match but no wood.
It is taken for granted and used.
Why do they still stay? I'm so confused.
Clearly not for the children. But if not us then who?
I do not understand. I then realize...
People get addicted to all sorts of things that are no good.
I think I understand.
That people will stay when a woman loves a man.
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