This Empty House

As I enter This house of gloom I feel there is nothing to look forward to If not for the comfort of my own room. All is dark and heavy, As my heart; Though even I am not as empty. And I wonder how I have come to dread That which I must face everyday And if the strangers living in this house All feel the same way.
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beautiful


(i have nothing cool to say)

-rhia