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Jan 2022
I heard yet another familiar thud.
That moment I knew,
It’s gonna be another maddening night.

A hard kick on the sofa.
Punch on the wall.
Bruise in my body.
Shattered glass lying on the floor.

That alarming gaze,
It pierces through my soul.

Agonizing pain.
Horrified look.
Tormenting trauma.

An endless push and pull in this rabbit hole.
I'm too tired of this cycle.

And with the minimum strength left in me,
I escaped through the enticing sound of slumber.

Alas, this is peace.
There are households that we can barely call home. And even if the affected member/s of the family⁠— those who are physically and/or emotionally abuse were somehow used to the numbing pain, it doesn't mean it no longer hurt them anymore.

In addition to this, not all of them have the capability to leave the current situation that they are in, so let's be kinder and be more considerate to one another as we are going through our own internal battles.
Aira Mikee Joy Sison
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Aira Mikee Joy Sison  24/F/Philippines
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