Fresh Paint

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I used to sit in the middle of a purple room.
Now, I sit in the corner of a gray one.
Just as cold, just as grim
It's the same house you raised me in.
The smell is different now,
But my memories are all the same.
A new hole forms in my heart
Everytime I think of your name.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 04, 2022 ⏰

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