That house gave a sense of emptiness and
sorrow to anyone who walked its halls,
it made your mind think deep things and it made your body cave
within itself for warmth.
My house was a saddening place, and I understand why now.
No matter how many times my mother lit the fireplace or I added
a poster to my bedroom wall,
it was plain and empty and cold. It gave that feeling that
haunts you forever,
and the smells you smell in the living room and in the halls
make your breath go rigid as you smell it again,
in a different place.
That house was scarring and deadly, but I do not regret taking
residence in it.
- kaylak2298
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