Rooftop Singing

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I walked to the front door, dragging my feet with every step. This was not the way i had ever seen my life progressing, i didn't want to start afresh, i wanted everything back to how it was before. Before my family, and my life along with it, had imploded, before endless grief blocked my voice.

The house reeked of disrepair, from the grey stone exterior that was crumbling in places to the rotting wooden edging on the windows. I sighed, assuming that my time here would be dismal, and decided to get the worst of it over, i knocked on the door.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 06, 2011 ⏰

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