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The Monster
The music pours out of me in a rushing torrent.
All the years of bottled up emotions; anger, pain, fear and sorrow,
flowing through my fingers.
I close my eyes as tears stream down my face.
I play the way we had to tiptoe around the house,
The yelling, the screaming,
The bruises that covered our faces,
The constant state of fear we lived in,
And I play for my sister; for the little girl who never grew up.
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