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f a m i l y

and as dusk arrives
i am back to my real life
all those cries and fights
are back to my mind.
cause i am going home
to the people who are breaking,
who aren't who they are anymore.
and i can't do anything but just stare
cause i know we all are pieces that are already broken and we can't be fixed.
we have been cut too deep,
the cracks can't be filled,
our souls can't be happy,
we can't be a family.
— disha.
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