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Crash and Burn


The same routine, that morning, as any other day,

The afternoon was a living hell,

Lies,

Anger bursting from gritted teeth,

The endless tears,

Comunication was lost.

An addition to the unwanted and scarring memories.

The anger and frustration filled the house as if there were a storm that lasted for days and left everything in ruins.

So many thoughts going through their minds, trying to distract themselves with petty acts.

Nothing could make the situation any better.

Unfortunately, we had 

crashed

and 

burned.

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