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Same Replay
14 May, 2003
Author: Dino Hi

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Always moving, like the untame animals roam
They settle down for awhile, up again to comb
Each stupidly bull headed, can't be boss
Their tempers are hidden, when exploded it cost
Two volcano's coming together, spilling hot lava flows
No one gives in, untill it comes to blows
Someone stop this raging madness, effecting our minds
Living with scenes, replayed all the time
The battles are violent, wishing I wasn't born
Glass is breaking, clothes are torn
Fist are flying, shoes are hitting
In the car, the children beneath their spitting
Laying on the floor, curled and shaking
Another repeat, a knife showed not faking
All my life, it's the same replay
It's us they hurt, mentally we pay
They need to stay away, and live apart
Times are good, but then it starts
Things are breaking, guitar is shattered
Same replay, our feelings doesn't matter
Doesn't stop, untill one has died
Now there's peace, still the other cried
All I know, my life will not have the same replay
At all cost, avoiding those scenes of yesterday

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Capricorn (62.30.217.106) -- Tuesday, May 20 2003, 11:20 am

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Heartbreaking,Dino!....but I feel the last 2 lines say it all....`to avoid the scenes of yesterday and not have the same replay'In so many families,history repeats itself time and time again, but you have made sure that will not happen. You've broken the spell! Thanks for showing your `wounds and scars' Dino. I appreciate your writing!
Dino (67.24.230.58) -- Tuesday, May 20 2003, 10:56 pm

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That's quite an insight you have Cap. Yes. it's a sad poem, my growing up in a nutshell. Domestic violence! Parents shouldn't fight in front of their kids. It only gives them mental scars, that they live with all their lives. In my case, it only made me realize, this is not the way it suppose to be and I will not have that in my life and yes, I will break that spell. Thanks for commenting on this poem Cap. I'm sure many can relate to this or it's just too disturbing to think about and don't want to be reminded. But if you can't relate to this, your lucky. You have good parents.
Shana (170.235.1.109) -- Thursday, December 11 2003, 06:46 pm

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Dino this poem said it all....parents really don't ever realize what they did until it's to late. I actually grew up with violence in my family thats why all i do is hide in my room all day and wish i was never born. but as i grew i thought and realize that i shouldn't let it stop me but try my best to stop it. great poem.
 
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