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In your house a broken face is the same as a broken plate, it happens all the time. In your house a cry for help is the same as a telemarketer call, unanswered. In your house you have learned to blame your bruises on falling, in your house you have been told to lie about what goes on inside. In your house is where you went insane, in your house is where you left the bullet in his brain.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
Your house
In your house a broken face is the same as a broken plate, it happens all the time. In your house a cry for help is the same as a telemarketer call, unanswered. In your house you have learned to blame your bruises on falling, in your house you have been told to lie about what goes on inside. In your house is where you went insane, in your house is where you left the bullet in his brain.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
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