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When the walls of the house know your secrets a little to well. When the bathroom floor has been stained with your blood far too many times. When you can start telling exactly how many times your ceiling fan rotates in a minute. When the paint on the walls has peeled of in places and you know exactly when and how. When the beds in your house have creaked a little too much. When the toilet has flushed down too much of his alcohol and your ***** When you’re afraid to call someone because you’re scared that they’ll see and they’ll know. It is time to pack up. Pack up and move.
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
Move
When the walls of the house know your secrets a little to well. When the bathroom floor has been stained with your blood far too many times. When you can start telling exactly how many times your ceiling fan rotates in a minute. When the paint on the walls has peeled of in places and you know exactly when and how. When the beds in your house have creaked a little too much. When the toilet has flushed down too much of his alcohol and your ***** When you’re afraid to call someone because you’re scared that they’ll see and they’ll know. It is time to pack up. Pack up and move.
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
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