Vivid memories of how
you were raised.
Mom and dad issues had
no place in your innocent mind.
Alone in your room playing in your
own world.
Toys all around, TV at high volume.
To cover up the sounds of
passive aggression turned into
verbal expression.
Detaching yourself from a
world you don't yet understand.
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