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A Broken Home
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Personal (Melancholy) We’re all houses,
built with a purpose.
Some of us
may look dilapidated
with chipping paint
and overgrown shrubbery.
Some of us
look perfect on the onside,
but there’s chaos inside
or worse nothing at all.
My house creaks and groans,
still unsettled;
my foundation has cracks.
I am a broken home,
falling apart
from the inside out.
