"My father told me never to make homes out of people, he said that's how we lose ourselves, because you fill a home with love and care and make sure that the structure is stable but humans aren't built to be stable, humans are the most unpredictable species and unlike a house, humans can leave and what then?"
He was right though because he was the first to leave.
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From The Attic (poetry)
PoesíaFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
