I wish my parents would stop fighting
I can hear them down the hall
It scares me so much
The yelling
Them throwing things against the wall
Doors slamming
More yelling in the hall
The front door slamming as dad leaves to cool dow
Mom crying
Her tears washing over her face
May own tears I shed
Even though the fight is over for now
There will be more to dread
There always are
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