The minute spent on a hot stove, the minute spent with your pretty girl.
The hand around your throat trying to choke the air out of you, the hand around your throat to hold you still for a passionate kiss.
The sleepless nights as they pump loud music into your cell, the sleepless nights spent in her arms, peaceful.
The videos made to try and break the spirits of families, the videos made to try and show love to families.
The time spent away, the time spent home.
The pain, the joy.
The first, for the sake of the second.
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