When my father boils over,
I go into hiding.
Safe in my bed,
Covered with the warmth and safety of my blankets.
I can lay and think for hours,
about everything and nothing.
These thoughts stay locked in my mind,
with only frequent visits.
My brain comes up with the solution to all the worlds problems,
But noone cares to listen.
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