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Amongst peeking Curtains,

and cups of Chai,

they are Plotting a Plan,

of Degradation,

on Me,

Again,

Without remorse,

Forgetting they come from a Womb,

Mothers and Wives,

in this case Exes are forgotten,

they even have their own Daughters,

yet they Dare to ruin me,

Again,

Not knowing I already left,

They are awaiting for the time to tick,

for the Grave to be settled,

of the only man left to Protect,

Yet they don’t know,

That I know,

of all the Sins that built them,

and the Homes I will wreck,

if I Open my Mouth.

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