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We

hear them

in the night

coming slowly.

We’re scared for the day

they'll finally arrive.

We are grateful for morning

when we awaken and can be

preoccupied by other things, but

unfortunately not enough to laugh,

but enough to hide the fear in our eyes,

for when they come, everything will change.

No more peace, no more… anything.

They come with waves of pain and

fresh tears. Like they haven’t

done enough. What more

can they do? What

more do these

villains

want?