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The House Was Me
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Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house
Merely forgotten by the years.
The contrast of a tapestry,
woven through eras.
I look upon this abode,
with anxiety and trepidation.
This house, though,
was never lost.
She chose to forget its strength,
and embraced the pain.
She forgot herself,
and the house within.
Until him.
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house
Merely forgotten by the years.
The contrast of a tapestry,
woven through eras.
I look upon this abode,
with anxiety and trepidation.
This house, though,
was never lost.
She chose to forget its strength,
and embraced the pain.
She forgot herself,
and the house within.
Until him.
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