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Feb 2020
living in this house,
is a 24hr game of broken telephone
except the players whisper through me
and God I feel so alone

talking in this house,
is miscommunication galore
and I’m left here to wonder
“who am I even doing this for?”

the game we play in this house,
starts to feel like a chore
and I don’t know how to tell them
I don’t feel like playing anymore
Written by
Ashleigh  15/F/Canada
(15/F/Canada)   
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