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Sad Day
I wake up in the morning just like any other day,
With my dreams all disappeared.
My mouth is dry and I don’t know what to say,
Except that it was really weird.
I’ve had dreams of not knowing where to start,
And dreams of being successful.
Dreams where I was known for being smart
And not for being so stressful.
But I failed to realize something,
It’s that dreams don’t compare to reality.
Once you hear that alarm bell ring.
It’s time to start thinking rationally.
I’d try and try to go back to my dreams,
But nothing would ever work.
Instead of an alarm, I woke up to screams,
And my father being a jerk.
I witnessed the yelling
and my mother telling my father that he needs to stop.
From that day on,
I’ve had no respect for anyone who made my mothers heart drop.
It all happened so fast,
Basically flashed before my eyes.
I know this happened in the past,
But this time all I hear are her cries.

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Not related to me, but it relates to those who have been through something like this, and I am sympathizing for them.