If the Walls Could Talk Chronicles
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Last published Sun, Sep 22, 2024
If these walls could talk, what would they say.
Would they make us laugh, make us cry, or hold onto our lies?
Welcome to the chronicles that make up life each day.
There's a knock on the door,
first I'm shocked then I'm sure,
the tick tock from the clock on the wall in the dark,
confirms the locks locked cause its a quarter past four....
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