The house that sees everything,
Still abandoned for little things.
No ghosts to roam the corridor,
Just empty silence that feels loud as a roar.
Maybe someday someone will see it for who it is,
Not the stories echoed with myths.
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 2:33 AM UTC
The house that sees everything,
Still abandoned for little things.
No ghosts to roam the corridor,
Just empty silence that feels loud as a roar.
Maybe someday someone will see it for who it is,
Not the stories echoed with myths.
A house at the back of my head
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