And so, I tread a precarious path, navigating the treacherous terrain of a childhood marred by parental conflict.
Each attempt to forge a semblance of normalcy is met with the cruel specter of disappointment, as the capricious whims of my progenitors shatter the fragile illusion of progress.
Their disunity, a relentless tempest that knows no respite, casts a pall over our collective existence, staining the fabric of our familial bonds with the indelible ink of strife.
We, their unwitting pawns in a perverse game of emotional warfare, are left to navigate the battlefield of our upbringing with wounded hearts and fragile spirits.
Forged in the crucible of adversity, we are soldiers in a war not of our making—victims of the very guardians who should have shielded us from harm.
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Silent Struggle
PoésieThrough raw and poignant prose, it explores the relentless battle against adversity, the weight of responsibility, and the enduring quest for redemption amidst the wreckage of shattered dreams.
