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Oct 2016
Doors shutting,
Shutters slamming,
How unfortunate it wasn't the wind howling, But my parents fueding.

My childhood was exceptionally fun,
As I lived it like a dreaded bunny,
HIDING.

Was I a coward for doing so?
Hiding behind the walls as if they were barriers of the warzone?
Pummelling and battering just like the movies, I was lucky to witness it live,
Wasn't I?

Call the police,
Ring the deparment,
Run away,
Those weren't the only things my friends and acquiantances has enjoined,
But had I done any of it?
No,
Do I regret my decision?
No.

It took myΒ Β parents long enough to realise,
They can mend a broken glass over and over again,
But,
It will never look the same.

It took my my parents long enough,
To realise,
Their marriage was just sword blades,
Holding them firmly for the sake of the kids, Weren't doing anyone any good.

It tookΒ Β my parents long enough,
To get a divorce.

Stop them,
Beg them,
Demand them,
To not let go of each other,
Those weren't the only things my friends and acquaintances has enjoined,
But had I done any of it?
No,
Do I regret my decision?
No.

"If you could get another chance to do something over again from your past what would it be?"
My question is,
Why would I change anything?
WHY?

Today,
When I look at a married couple disputing,
I can see the effort and sacrifices made to save their marriage from sinking like Titanic,
The only difference is Rose and Jack still loved each other,
Unlike that marrried couple.

Today,
When I look at a child from a broken family,
I too can feel those needles piercing through their hearts,
Slowly and death-dealing.

Today,
I am passionate about helping millions of children,
That sail on the same boat.

So,
Do i wish to alter anything the past has offered me?
NO.
Aiswarya
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   Doug Potter and Bluebird
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