That Mistake, These Regrets
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A chilly wind attacks the window panes
Outside on the street it silently rains
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A scrawny figure sits perched on the window seat
With nothing but a sheet to provide her heat
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Her hair is limp, her eyes bloodshot
She looks as though shes begun to rot
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Silver scars mark her thin arms
Long gone is her youthful charm
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Her body rocks back and forth in muted prayer
In her arms she holds a dark-hair, light-eyed toddler
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Night painfully fades, morning eventually arrives
Still she sits and waits, as though for the dead to rise
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At 7 am his key scrapes the lock, a hooded figure stumbles in
And with him the dirty stench of alcohol from his skin
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He mumbles an apology and gestures for an embrace
Looking away, she hides the disgust from her face
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Shrugging absently, he collapses onto the mattress
Fueling her hatred, she's driven by madness
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What happened to their bright future?
When did life become so sour, so bitter?
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He promised her security and a home
Didn't mention the nights when he would roam
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She left everything; her family and friends
To be with him, their love to defend
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She lost everything, hope and belief
Her life she lives, choking in grief
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