cacophony (4/26/20)
yell, scream, shout
silence is scarce.
with every word spoken, a new argument begins.
each room of the house is a minefield.
i tread lightly, but somehow always become collateral.
i'm tired of fighting in a war i never wanted to exist in the first place.
this should not be home.
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