Andrada Predescu

June 9, 1999 - Bucharest

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I’ve always played my music loud
maybe its something I learned
to drown out my parents fighting

or to match the sound of my fathers screaming
constantly looping in my head
long after he’s gone

everyone copes differently I guess,
my keyboard clicks
while I hear the sink running in the kitchen
my mothers doing the dishes.

we don’t speak for a bit afterwards.
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