Not just a broken home.

Kruits

One day then they ask me to describe you Ill say,

The bruises and teeth marks you left on my back.

The abuse that started at age I cant even remember back that far. 

And the alcohol breath that whispered

"Just Between Us". 

  • Author: Kruits (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 29th, 2018 23:24
  • Category: Unclassified
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