The Easy Way Out

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By Shawoo Small •

The Easy Way Out I thought I was something special The gift that came into your life. I sit day after day and endower the pain while I cry silent tears Unable to stay what I feel in order to avoid the fighting I know you’re hurt and want her back but your pride matters more than your happiness So I live a lie with a stepmother and a little brother Expected to act as if my mother, sister and brother were dismissed We argue and fight Saying it will get better But in reality it won't because you took the easy way out

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January 14, 2013 01:22Matt J Bond

This paints a pictures of hardship and greatness. I did cry while reading this over and over again. Amazing!