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A house of chaos is all I ever knew.
A house I could never call a home,
a place I never wanted to be.
A house of violence,
filled with undiagnosed mental instability
and an alcoholic I called my father.
Their screams could be heard through
the whole house,
until it stopped.
This house of chaos
quickly grew silent
and only then,
only now,
do I wish for the chaos.
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my untitled story 2.0
Short Storya variation of poems, late night thoughts, and rants. TW: may talk about eating disorders, self-harm, and violence/abuse.
