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Personal (Melancholy) This is supposed to be a refuge,
but it feels like a warzone.
Words like bombs detonate
when tempers explode.
Love should be the accord,
but combative attitudes are a way of life.
I am weary from the anger and bitterness
hovering like an atomic cloud.
I long for a home where
hugs and kisses are the norm.
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This is supposed to be a refuge,
but it feels like a warzone.
Words like bombs detonate
when tempers explode.
Love should be the accord,
but combative attitudes are a way of life.
I am weary from the anger and bitterness
hovering like an atomic cloud.
I long for a home where
hugs and kisses are the norm.
