The walls hold a truth hidden from the rest of us, an unspoken silence that haunts this place.
Windows hold dreams of leaving this place
The floors carry the weight of the world but carry no praise for letting us stand
the long forsaken creaks become silenced as well.
The forgotten memories of her only girl slowly disappeared along with the hopes and dreams of her son. Stains left from days where her husband drank like a fish and struck her under confused anger. Doors lock in the steady screams that no one hears, and scratches scarred the floor from being dragged and locked away like unwanted clothes.
Possesions left behind in the fight for life.
The front door....
The only hope this had.
But they never made it to the otherside
Possesions left behind in the fight for life.
The front door....
The only hope this had.
But they never made it to the otherside
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