They sit across from me
in my study – the place
where I thought I would
be quiet and alone with
my thoughts – but no, they
attack a video game with
force, first my little boy
with blood and gore, then
my little girl with cars
crashing all the more
where did my ideal of
a private, sacred study
go? The only privacy I
have left, is the privacy
of the thoughts in my
head…
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