A House 🏡

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Once upon a time I became

a house for people.


I provided all living essentials.


I took on people's burdens,

demons and pain.


Without realising,

I plucked my own

flowers out of 


the ground.


I watered peoples plants,

the dead ones I replaced

with my own.


I shared everything and

let the light dim out in

my house.


The life stripped away

from my garden.


Subconsciously I let

the weight of people's

problems weigh over

my shoulders.


The funny thing was I

never realised I grew

problems of my own.


All that was left in my

garden was a bunch of

thorns.


Shadows loomed over the

house.


It took me to lose my energy,

and light to realise I did not

have to be everyone's

sanctuary.


I could say no.

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