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the blood's misery

what's the magnitude of having a family?
if you mom and dad fights invariably.
what the point of having a complete family?
if they rubbed you the wrong way.
i'd rather chose a broken home,
and eating salted fish alone,
rather than having bacon in the table,
with the race of unpalatable.
we—us, children,
we'll be more rein,
their fracas pricked,
and raised us to along treak.
i've always adnire the felicity,
that comea from a family,
that will set me free,
from this blood of misery.
hopefully.
©blazeious