Family?

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Awoken by screams

Yells heard from next door

Behind the door are ruin dreams

She can't take it anymore


What were sweet voices 

That sang to her

Had made bad choices

Time passes in a blur


Caring touches

Loving smiles

Now hard punches

She hides under piles

Of stuffed toys

Empty days

No more joys

No one could've saved her anyways

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