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Jun 2016
Were all liars,
our house is broken.
This house is not my home,
I feel broken.
I don't know how im supposed to feel,
when I don't want my reality to be real.
This house is broken,
its not a home,
hasn't beenΒ Β since you threatened to leave so long ago.
I love you, I do,
Ill never leave you,
but, I cant take all this heart ace.
I've got nothing left inside of me,
Becoming numb to your memory.
This house is not a home,
were all liars because we say so
This house is not a home....
and I feel broken...
Andie May ostrander
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