HabitsA Poem by PaigeJust a poem, what can I improve on?He's trying to get away *one* She's gone *two* No money for rent *three* He's stuck. *four* Where will he go? *five, six* So the small orange bottle *seven* is his only solace *eight* until it's empty. *where are the rest?!?* So he'll search the house *I know I had more* To get to that state *They aren't anywhere up here...* But he dosen't know *The other bathroom is locked...* He isn't the only one. *Oh god, wake up!* Because a troubled son *Don't leave me!!! Not like this!* Is just like his troubled dad. © 2012 PaigeAuthor's Note
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