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a game of flip coin

I am exhausted of this never ending game

my heads spins at the confusion

The game will never stop

until my bones or his turn into ashes


heads / tails

his temper / his kindness

a burst of hurtful words / a shower of compliments

a slap in the face/ a kiss on the forehead

a painful grip on the neck / a warm hug

a monster / a loving father



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