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Your love is a lie
Love and honor thy mother thy father that is what we are taught, but I fear because we have fought that thy love is lost no it isn’t forgotten or misplaced I just feel disgraced by thine actions that have caused this retraction.
To aide in a time of need I plead but you turn your back citing payback for something I have not done nor could I give, my heart aches with misunderstanding of why you choose to act this way and betray my trust I once had in you for I once lived for you but now it is too late for you to turn back because every time you try you just wind up back on the same path so faith is what I choose to love and put stock in and maybe someday you’ll set yourself right but til then I'm afraid I can’t go back and meet you on that path because my road is going where you are not.
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Mark lewis [bitwima]
I'm a published indie author from New Jersey who loves to read and write. I have a children's book called new friend found that was published in 2013 available in physical and ebook format find me on Twitter @bitwima
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