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RE: So It Goes (original poetry)
I'd rather spend every holiday alone
than living a lie inside a broken home.
I've learned to maintain my own peace with ease;
Always cut out the source of the disease.
They are bothering true and I love them. I broken home filled with lies is like you being caught by the military as a prisoner of war.
Anything that doesn't give you peace or make you happy should find the next available exit out of your life.