CHILDREN FEEL THE PAIN FIRST WHEN PARENTS SCREAM AND FIGHT PLEASE DONT HIT MY MOMA WILL SHE BE ALL RIGHT IM SORRY I WAS BAD DONT HURT HER ANY MORE PLEASE OH PLEASE SHE CRYS MOMMA HITS THE FLOOR UPSTAIRS A BABY CRYS OUT BUT MOMMA CANT GET HIM NOW DADDY GRABS A COLD ONE WHO NEEDS HER ANYHOW HES TIRED OF THE BILLS THE STUGGLE AND THE STRIFE HE DRINKS AND DRINKS TAKES IT ALL OUT ON HIS WIFE MOMMA FINALY WAKES UP AS DADDY STAGGERS OUT THE DOOR SHE SWEARS TO THE GOOD LORD SHE CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE THERES ONLY ONE WAY OUT SHE REACHES FOR HIS GUN SHE AIMS IT AT HER OWN HEAD JUST WANTS IT TO BE DONE AS THE SIREN GROWS NEARER THE CHILDREN LEFT ALONE TO FACE THE PAIN FIRST SHE DIALS THE TELEPHONE TEARS ROLL DOWN A DIRTY FACE PEOPLE SHE DONT KNOW SHE ONLY WANTS HER MOMMA WHY WONT THE PEOPLE GOBirth sign: Capricorn
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