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Through the eyes we see,
A woman battered and ******,
A man angry of envy,
And children traumatized and wary;

A boy whose lips are ******,
Bruises in him are many,
A girl scared and shaky,
Who can do nothing but see;

The man tries to hit,
But the boy took it,
Head bashed to the wall,
Everyone screams as he falls;

The father leaves,
The mother hugged his son tight,
The older sister wailed,
The son trembling with fear in his eyes;

Through the eyes we see,
What a gruesome word it is,
To call it a necessity,
This thing called Family....
My childhood...

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