"and with that, she slammed the door in my face. But I wonder if it was in more ways than one."
This house is not a home. And the ways of it say it never will be.
It's almost like we all live in the jungle. Eating each other alive, to survive. Only, we feed off of happiness. Taking it away from each other, supplying ourselves with it instead. I just sit and watch. A bystander at most. Sit in my room and do nothing, until I'm disturbed. Until someone decides to suck away my happiness too.
I think I'll die the day I find how to ignore it all. A secret too great to be known for too long.
I think my heart missed a beat. Your words made my stomach flutter. Soon to be followed by a tightening feeling. Am I falling out, just as I fell in?
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