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I feel like a house; Not a home My walls so forbiddingly high Overgrown ivy entombing my heart My meaning shrouded in sorrow As my last dreams fade away, along with the warmth within me I feel like a house; Not a home So why not break down these walls; Burn down all my antique memories? Till I'm left with my bare scaffold I'll be empty, a mere soulless spirit;                                    - but aren't I already
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Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
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I feel like a house; Not a home My walls so forbiddingly high Overgrown ivy entombing my heart My meaning shrouded in sorrow As my last dreams fade away, along with the warmth within me I feel like a house; Not a home So why not break down these walls; Burn down all my antique memories? Till I'm left with my bare scaffold I'll be empty, a mere soulless spirit;                                    - but aren't I already
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AdriannaRoe
19/F/Australia
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
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