There are days that I'd like to just muzzle them, like putting a silencer on a gun.
It's safe to say that the sounds I hear throughout the day are similar to the wails of missiles and the thudding of buildings collapsing.
Then those sweet times after the storm, where I'm holding one in my lap, snuggled. Smelling wafts of pure heaven, the white flag raised....I think that I have won the battle.
Until the alarm of screaming awakens me the very next morning and I don my shield of armor once more.
It's safe to say that the sounds I hear throughout the day are similar to the wails of missiles and the thudding of buildings collapsing.
Then those sweet times after the storm, where I'm holding one in my lap, snuggled. Smelling wafts of pure heaven, the white flag raised....I think that I have won the battle.
Until the alarm of screaming awakens me the very next morning and I don my shield of armor once more.
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