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i arrived at a house adorned with blood and bottles,
wandering silently, cleaning up the mess,
my parents sleeping on a worn-out couch,
and i yearn for a place beyond this.
a dream that'll never be true,
a different life, a different birth,
but you can't wish that as the eldest, never breaking down daughter,
but this pain only deepens day by day, seeping through my core, tearing me apart.
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in another life
Poetry10:51 pm a girl an endless sea and thoughts that keep drowning her