It's like I'm back to that time when brooms would fly over my head.
And a vague recollection of hiding behind the couch comes to my mind.
The sound of their yelling burned perfectly into my ears.
It's like I'm the one that was the messenger,
back and forth between both parties
seeing them at their worst.
The shaking with anger didn't come til later in my life,
but that same intensity was there in those memories.
I clam up and shut down just like I was a little kid again
not 21 years old...
This is what happens when you let your guard down.
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