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Children who grow up in a household of fighting never forget. |
| Screams echo As tears fall, Dampening the blanket The fighting never ends Merely quites For a moment, A day, But never longer It is a monster Built accidentally, Then given control The young child cries For even as it grows older The yelling haunts The thoughts, The emotions, The dreams, everything. It begins before birth But follows 'til death A childhood of shouting Never leaves, Simply waits For peaceful moments, For quiet and darkness Before reappearing Torturing. |