It eats at your soul slowly...
First as whispers in the freezing winter
Then it gradually nourishes and takes form
One cannot stop the growing pain in the heart as family destroys one another in raging battles of dire words
Only in silence can the heart begin to heal
Piece by piece
Looking for the beam of light to guide the way out of the despairing oblivion...
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