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Jan 2019
I live in a house.
That looks like a home.
With silver tongues,
and eyes that roam.

With 4 walls,
and fake smiles.
No one could guess,
Our tears go on for miles.

A barking dog, a purring cat,
a chirping bird, our voices fall flat.
A picket fence, a lively pond.
Yet when they ask we don't respond.
To all the shattered families....
Number 2 in Story Of Our Lives.
SameHell
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SameHell  16/F/TheEdgeOfTheEarth
(16/F/TheEdgeOfTheEarth)   
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