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Tuesday, 10 November 2009
05:58:00 PM (GMT)
A house of anger and distraught.
this place doesn't feel like a home,
just a building we bought.
This place feels wrecked,
and i'm growing tired
of this sadness this house has acquired.
 They always fight, 
I'm in the middle somehow, of
their defensive words that bite.
This place feels as if its running out of air,
like the windows are holding their breath,
the home has little oxygen for its heart before death.

 I wish i could change things,
help out somehow,
but with no support, what good would that bring.
i'm the oldest, with much responsability,
but even i need a break
to get rid of the constant headache.

 We need a solution just to fix this now,
go back to our happy family portrait
i know we can do that somehow.
i'm sufficating under this pressure of this house,
someone let the air back in,
and let the happiness begin.

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