Another rainy day to lay around and think. Depressing thoughts drip threw my head like the broken kitchen sink. Must you come by all the time and tear down my thoughts like this drywall falling off the walls the echo of hurt yells down these halls. Emptiness is all I know I never felt welcomed , this door mat may say it like a smile on my face I look inviting but I won't let you in. Don't think of walking into this open house or get any interest in buying you will end up moving like the others.
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