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I live in a house, that is not my home. With pictures of smiling faces that are not my own. Surrounded by figures but feel so alone. So very vacuous is this iron throne. I live in a house that is not my home. A silence so heavy, it hurts.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
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I live in a house, that is not my home. With pictures of smiling faces that are not my own. Surrounded by figures but feel so alone. So very vacuous is this iron throne. I live in a house that is not my home. A silence so heavy, it hurts.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
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