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Undefinable

Raised voices, breaking glass

Whimpers of fear

Nothing new is being said,

Changing the situation

Into something better.

Creeping down the hall

See her crying

See him yelling

Tears running down her face

Sneak back, shaking

Sit in bed, sobbing

Crying into the pillow

To muffle the sounds

Scared for something

That has no words

Unknowing, sleep came

And morning, like always.

Like nothing happened.

The painful cycle,

Never ending.



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