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Sep 2014
my house is a home to
much more than living things.
sometimes it feels alive,
breathing beside me.
in this house lives the resentment of my mother and how
she can't feel love, the resentment for money, and monsters, and
everything else.
i love my
mother-dearest but
sometimes i think that
the only thing living is her
demons.
K
Written by
K  Portland
(Portland)   
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