Continuing Volume 2: What It Was Like
Cynthia:
did i not tell you they loathe me
they hate me
believed that beer bottles exist in my womb
instead of a mere boy
they spat at my back
as if i do not know
and rolled their eyes whilst they consoled me
do you here me, husband?
Danny:
woman, stop your wailing.
did i not tell you that life will be like this
but you believed otherwise
i am trapped in your web of lies
with a gun forever pointed to my face
do i not suffer also
i do not want to see what you want me to see
do you understand?
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