Fights

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So many fights
So many frights
Sometimes they get bad
Like the one with dad
Physical or not
They happen a lot
And I wish they would stop
It isn't right
The way I wake up in the middle of the night
While asking if everyone is alright
I try to fall asleep
I even try counting sheep
But all I hear is
Everyone yelling around me
Physical or not
They happen a lot
And I wish they would stop

One of my cousins moved out of my house a few days ago and I've been crying and stuff.. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm emotional. I will never see her again though, I kinda have a reason to cry. My family had been fighting a lot lately and yeah that's it. That's kinda why I wrote this poem. I miss her so much.

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