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Oct 28, 2023
I’ll never be in that house again.
But some how I’ll always be in that house.
In that room.
With those screams.
But sometimes it was good,
And warm.
Sometimes there was love to be felt.
Short glimpses of love.
But then it fades.
And all I see is darkness.
I wish it could have been different.
I wish you could have been different.
