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Pieces of me ache in this haze,
As you dance with your demons.
I try to go on with my days.
Dishes, cooking and cleaning,
Yet the panic never fades.
If only I could take this from you.
But you have to walk away.
Memories invade my mind.
Praying you will change your ways.
L. Mack
  5/18/18