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Broken home, broken dream... |
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If children could speak... Every note of our favorite music echoes through my soul as if nothing is left. Every moment reminds me of us, suddenly our memories mean nothing to you. My mom & dad were taken away from me, every flawed family member that I learned to love.
Baby cries, at 1 am, with a fragile partner and mom. This will never be sane. How can this be right? Are we living without a conscience or responsibility? A child torn between parents, having to choose is just not fair... Who's the winner? I can only see hurt, everybody looses at the end. This is insane
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