The Photo Album

Everyone loved the photo album,

The raw emotion and untold stories,

Captured moments of youth and love,

Getting drunk off the nostalgia,

Waiting for more days like that to come,

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Everyone loved the photo album,

But then raw emotions became too much,

Because those raw emotions were a stench in the air,

Suffocating our lungs and killing us slowly like a poison,

Gasping for a fresh breath of air we could never breathe,

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Everyone loved the photo album,

Until we learned some stories are better left untold,

Some truths were better left unspoken,

As the truth was a blade we were told to wield,

Till we saw our parents die inside at the hands of these weapons,

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Oh how everyone loved the photo album,

As the children were cut by the truth so their youth bled from their hearts,

Getting drunk off nostalgia to help numb the reality,

Only to break once they are sober and grown,

Realizing the normality of their pain,

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Everyone loved the photo album,

How easy it was to manipulate the captured moments,

Burn the pages and cut out faces,

Leave it torn and stained with blood and tears,

Expressing the heartbreak no words could,

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Because we were left to fight off our demons with teddy bears,

While our parents morphed into entities of hate,

The venom of their words sunk into the walls,

Cracking them while we broke a little with every word,

The silence that was left was deafening,

Choking on the question we didn’t want an answer to,

Why were we not enough?

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