Always thought it wouldn't be,
This house was made for you and me,
Now burns with fiery envy,
The flames crawl up the walls with curiosity.
She held on barely with her beams,
Nothing is ever as it seems;
Guessing we'll have to leave all we knew behind,
Waking from this nightmare they created in their mind.
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The Girl With The Gift
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