cry: Constant battles are proclaimed and tears are shed, as i lay on my bed awaiting this fiasco to end.
As i wait, i contemplate, "how would it be if i were in heaven", the decibles of their voices increase and my contemplation is broken, as violent words are exchanged, I intrude and try to hault the confrontation, my solution goes unnoticed, but now the words have translated into flying fists with furious intention. The whimpering of my voice calms their nerves and cools their hearts.
The battle is over for now, but soon again it will start.
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