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the portrait
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the sound of glasses breaking
the sound of mom’s crying
the sound of dad’s yelling
they’re all the sounds of the fall of my family
sicking tired of these sounds
i’m awake sitting up in my bed
holding a portrait in my hand
holding a family portrait in my hand
hey dad, is that you smiling with your hand on my shoulder?
hey mom, is that you looks so beautiful next to me?
hey dad, is that you yelling, raining abuse on mom?
hey mom, is that you crying, saying nasty things on money?
hey...is that you two?
i hear you, fighting even about me...
now where’s my family?
can we go back?
can we be a family again?
the sound of a happy family
the sound of mom’s cooking
the sound of dad’s laughing
they are all the sounds of the family in my hand
missing so much those sounds
i’m awake sitting up in my bed
holding a portrait in my hand
holding my family portrait in my hand
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