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I grasp my ears in grief.
long Intoxicated fights,
That keep me up in tears.
I lye in sorrow, drowned in fear,
listening to their nasty words
through the thin wall.
I try to close my eyes and tell myself it will be okay.
Tomorrow is a new day.

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