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I can see how much you've changed. My whole life you've made your house a home and always invited me inside, but you're beaten down now, worn out and overused. You need help from top to bottom, chips and cracks lining every part of you. Your railing is wobbly, swaying from side to side until one of us can steady you. We can't help you anymore, we don't know what to do. We're leading you into someone else's hands so they can fix you, so they can help you. You need to make someone else's house into a home.
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
Broken Steps
I can see how much you've changed. My whole life you've made your house a home and always invited me inside, but you're beaten down now, worn out and overused. You need help from top to bottom, chips and cracks lining every part of you. Your railing is wobbly, swaying from side to side until one of us can steady you. We can't help you anymore, we don't know what to do. We're leading you into someone else's hands so they can fix you, so they can help you. You need to make someone else's house into a home.
Sorry for the hiatus, I've been unbelievably busy as of late
kelly-v
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
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