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Questions of a child
When a parents' fight feels like a child's own.
When years have past, but you don't feel grown.
When you can still feel as frustrated as when you were young.
When thrown words aimed not at you still feel like they have stung.
Perhaps that is just how I feel.
poem
by
Mandy Lee
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