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Spices never outta place.

Lies written all over his face.

I messed up the medicine cabinet again.

If he could punch with a look, he'd have hit my chin.

From his mouth, never a kind word,

And from mine, all nervous and slurred.

I spend my days making art,

In hopes of saving for a new start.

Never happens though,

Just keep on living with this foe.

I wish he would tell me to leave.

I would and never grieve.

20 years wasted and weak,

With this control freak!