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Growing up in an empty house you learn a thing or two about survival as your bones grow stronger and your heart grow sturdier independence is the only word you know sometimes you get confused between loneliness and alone but you stand upright no matter how hard the rain pours or the wind blows it comes a time when festivities draw near; the bells are jingling, Christmas carols are playing and you sit there lonely, and alone that the empty house you grew in stays quiet for the evening -
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Absence
Growing up in an empty house you learn a thing or two about survival as your bones grow stronger and your heart grow sturdier independence is the only word you know sometimes you get confused between loneliness and alone but you stand upright no matter how hard the rain pours or the wind blows it comes a time when festivities draw near; the bells are jingling, Christmas carols are playing and you sit there lonely, and alone that the empty house you grew in stays quiet for the evening -
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
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