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WHY She sat on the stoop With her head in her hands Trying to make sense Trying to just understand What made him raise his voice And then raise his hand As he lay on his face In deep intoxication Not a conscious care About this messed up situation As a single tear Starts to roll from her eye She thinks just one simple thought; WHY!! |
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