Peom 7

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A family at war
Will be a family no more
Agruing day and night
No matter what time they fight
The youngest goes to bed wth a tear in her eye
Leaving the toughest to cry
No one deserves this pain
Everyone's hopes and dreams slain
During school the young victim dreams
Of a happiness no matter how far away it seems
The only way to express her rage
Is to bury deep within her emotional rage
This rage is all to fond to her
Its damage is turning every memory into a painful blur
But one day she meets a boy
One whose kind personality feels her with joy
Her favorite of these new feeling is called hope
Yet she knows this is a dangerous slope
It can turn her life into a mess
Or it can finally make her feel blessed

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