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Some of us have parents who come from dysfunctional and disloyal families. We inherit their traumas and pain along with their features. We fight our parents' battles. Some of us are really tired and exhausted. Some of us are still not protected from the darkness despite our parents' frequent attempts. It shades our sitting rooms and brings silence over the dining tables. Some of you are responsible for it and you won't be spared.  

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