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I'm tired of sleeping in a room by the house of neighbors that don't stop fighting. Either work it out or get a divorce, but I suggest you work it out.

Submitted:Apr 4, 2013    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Foggy nights, starless sky

Restless fights, love undignified

They belonged without a doubt

But too cowardice to work it out

Shameful love, it truly is

Poor life, poor family, poor kids

Nights spent in different homes

Married but spending eternity alone

What is this useless, foggy night?

A reminder what will never be right


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