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It's like time stood still in that house.
Everything is exactly the same,
the three tins balancing on top of eachother on the counter,
the same small tables
and the tumblers stacked neatly.
The same smell hits me as soon as I open the door.
It's all the same.
yet the house is quiet.
The wallpaper is peeling,
ducktape covers the doors.
It's strange,
like I'm seeing it all for the first and last time.
My room feels different.
like the life is all gone.
the bed is turned down
and the dust covers are on.
I keep remembering it all how it was.
looking at it now
I feel like a stranger who has no business being there.
The house stood still
and time passed through.
Aging everything.
Changing nothing.
That place was my safe sanctuary,
but now it's haunted.
Not with ghosts,
but with the memories of the people
I used to trust and confide in.
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