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Shattered glass, endless scream, taunting curses and horrifying dreams. The little girl stares, her dead and clouded eyes directed to the two arguing figures, spitting truth and lies. She hugged her stuffed toy, as tight as she could as she glance at the table served with cold food. Where did it go?...she wondered, the loving parents that held both of her hands. Daddy, the most respectful man she knew, was now hitting her mother, punching and kicking was now nothing new. Mommy, the most warm and caring person she have known, was now spouting bad words at her, with her cold eyes she've shown. Was it worth it? To argue and yell in front of your child? To let them see this kind of nightmare that will hunt them for life. Fighting won't resolve anything, and spitting random curses of words will just destroy 'everything'. Now tell me, was it worth it?
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Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC
Was it?
Shattered glass, endless scream, taunting curses and horrifying dreams. The little girl stares, her dead and clouded eyes directed to the two arguing figures, spitting truth and lies. She hugged her stuffed toy, as tight as she could as she glance at the table served with cold food. Where did it go?...she wondered, the loving parents that held both of her hands. Daddy, the most respectful man she knew, was now hitting her mother, punching and kicking was now nothing new. Mommy, the most warm and caring person she have known, was now spouting bad words at her, with her cold eyes she've shown. Was it worth it? To argue and yell in front of your child? To let them see this kind of nightmare that will hunt them for life. Fighting won't resolve anything, and spitting random curses of words will just destroy 'everything'. Now tell me, was it worth it?
Many children have been victims of this kind of environment, and unfortunately some of them have strayed to a path they've never wanted to go through.
Sweeteden
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Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC
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