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Lies in an empty house Hiding in the nooks and crannies Where memories unfolded Laughter was had And now it's no more You could call me sentimental You could call me a fool But I always dreamt That it wouldn't end this way I wish love was real My heart yearns for a welcoming place Where I can show my face And not be lost in this mess
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Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
The Ghost of a Home
Lies in an empty house Hiding in the nooks and crannies Where memories unfolded Laughter was had And now it's no more You could call me sentimental You could call me a fool But I always dreamt That it wouldn't end this way I wish love was real My heart yearns for a welcoming place Where I can show my face And not be lost in this mess
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Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
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