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Not A Home.
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closet boxes 2001 The house is bleak,
the walls are bare,
just lonely,empty halls
no one lives there.
Once was a home
not anymore,
the circumstances were unfair...
in time fell into disrepair.
Footsteps echo,
memories faded but not forgotten.
Ghosts of the past,
roam remembering,
the times of joy,anger,sorrow.
They will always be there.
There is no love within these walls,
only a shadow of what once was,
A Home.
oh my god nikki that is so muhc better then half my work :) :( but sad i loved it so much love ashley
Much Love
Ashley