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Fighting. Now Before And After. I Was told not to fight by the same hypocrites who fight each other. They yell, shout and scream. Mother, trying to keep peace. Father, from a different culture. Brother, who has always been separate. Sister, alone barring most of the pain. And me, running away in my own world. A world of happiness, I made for myself. But one day this world will break. And so will I.
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
Fighting
Fighting. Now Before And After. I Was told not to fight by the same hypocrites who fight each other. They yell, shout and scream. Mother, trying to keep peace. Father, from a different culture. Brother, who has always been separate. Sister, alone barring most of the pain. And me, running away in my own world. A world of happiness, I made for myself. But one day this world will break. And so will I.
mira-rose
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
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