My poor dearMature

I'm still here?

The first question asked

Its never been this bad

I feel like death is near


My poor dear

Her second thought

He just can't get away from it

He is a slave to beer


He's blacked out most of the year

It's my fault really

I cause his anger

Its very clear


But the thing I fear

Is not the hitting

Not the pain

But him leaving fills my heart with tears

The End

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