Voltaire's sweet voice sings loudly in the scenery somewhere off in the distance, a fan is blowing gently, and outside my door is nothing but the chaotic happenings of a family that is broken as a cracked record. All that keeps me sane in my own head is, well, being in my own head. All I can think of is how my world is as tranquil as I make it, and
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