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A Broken House

This House used to hold life. Now it’s dead, beyond repair. The walls are dark without picture. Empty floors surrounded by empty boxes. There is no light because the blinds are held shut. Everything that was left is now destroyed. This is what happens when torn apart. There is nothing left in this wide open space. It’s like love was siphoned out of a heart. Everything is broken and covered with shattered glass. No air flows through this house, When everything is locked up tight. You can dust off the welcome mat, But you can’t open this door. There is No sleeping in beds. There is anger in the closets. There is pain under the beds. Please I am begging you, don’t you ever come back in.

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