For my parents

January 20, 2012
Its a fragile space I live in.
Limited and yet terrifying.
Two hearts were combined to make three more, and I came along, into the world of fog.
I was new. Not too sure of how to live except the way told.
Both so clueless of what Love can do, and yet both take their anger off in a room.
Fragile pieces fall; the first to break
Gets the last straw.

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