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All together in a body screeching to be let out; 
The buzzing sound of their screams like a thousand crickets unsynchronized. 
I cannot hear my own voice trapped in a paradox of demise. 
How to get out? How to be free? Or forever so it will be?

The future lies in my hands; the problem is they’re not only mines.
My face, my smile, my eyes; they all shift in the blink of an eye.
Blankly staring at the reflection in the mirror; nothing can break me out of this reverie. 
The person in the mirror, is it me? At points, dubious to comply. 

To describe me, records of adjectives with no conclusion until words stop being invented.
Clever alternates swiftly passing by, with each day demarcating dominion.
The decision is not mines alone; to make truce and live at peace or to self destruct. 
 Just a moment of silence is all we need to get our heads together in order to harmonize. 

We are in a dim room all laying down, restless from the foregoing outbreak. 
Staring at each other with a passive smile, knowing that the tempest has elapsed. 
We all have one thing in common that we require to survive.
For our existence we are obliged to be a family, dysfunctional but a family.

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