Pureness met with pain
A beautiful smile, intoxicating laugh.
Dark fears, suffocating thoughts.
You’re scared to go home, dads drinking again.
How many more punches can you take to the face till that smile breaks?
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Good poem, suggest breaking last line into two lines, with the break after the word “take”
<3 <3 <3
Sad, but the voice behind the words is growing…