As I stare at the decaying house
It's as if I'm looking in a mirror
The wood rotting just like my own body
And I say
"Am I supposed to be grateful to have survived this?"
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The haunting
Poetry☆ the feeling of losing one's self to the person they were created to be ☆
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As I stare at the decaying house
It's as if I'm looking in a mirror
The wood rotting just like my own body
And I say
"Am I supposed to be grateful to have survived this?"
