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Repeated History

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WRITERandPOET

Published: Sep 4, 2011

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I'm afraid,
That what has happened before,
Is happening again.

History is repeating itself,
And I cannot go,
Down that dark road again.

I can't handle it happening again,
It nearly tore,
My family apart.

All the tears that were shed,
I can't have that again,
I don't want to.

The lies you told,
And the problems that you've caused,
Have messed me up for good.

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