Home isn't very much a 'home' lately. The warmth was gone, it was replaced by the piercing coldness. I try to reach out and get frostbite each time. The tension was tenfold, the silence is getting louder and louder. I could feel it... we could feel it. Everytime mother and father fights, we knew that the problem is more than a broken china plate or a lost purse. We are on the edge—we are about to fall apart.
—broken home, broken people
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Through The Noise
PoetryUntold stories about the noise who fell inlove with silence.
