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Sep 2016
Yelling, fighting, cursing
stomping, slamming doors.
While I sit in my bedroom.
Unable to take it anymore.
Mommy says she's leaving,
Daddy claims he want to die.
While I sit in my bedroom,
knowing I'm the reason why.
I know all love is not eternal,
I know that it can break apart.
I know when you refuse to admit it,
that's when hatred tends to start.
So I listen to them fighting,
slamming doors with unbelievable force.
Wishing they'd never had me,
so they wouldn't've prolonged their own divorce.
So now I sit here, in my bedroom.
While they think I'm asleep,
listening to all their hatred,
allowing myself to weep.
I'm in my bedroom right now...
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Anonymous4070  16/F/Canada
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