It could be worse

August 7, 2008
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Voices cracking, like windows in a house
So much yelling and screaming as if it were a football game.
So many tears shed that any drought could have been put to an end.
The word love does not exist here.
Here it is cold like the arctic.
Pain expressed through tears and secretive writing.
The tears never stop because the pain never numbs.
Who will be the one to fix this broken home?
This broken family...
This broken girl.





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