It’s Friday night
And I’m here alone
In this house
We used to call home
There’s nothing left now
Just an empty shell
With me here alone
Living through hell
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It’s Friday night
And I’m here alone
In this house
We used to call home
There’s nothing left now
Just an empty shell
With me here alone
Living through hell
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
Sending lots of love your way…
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Thank you my friend, that means a lot 🖤
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In this quiet space to dwell
Misshapen into the likes of hell
All light faded & feeling quite jaded
Time to tend to the needful emotional things
Usually, w/other beings…same commonality & reasonings
When, to which, we can enjoy the silence from where we truly ring
(my attempt to a twist) (I have a hard time to commit)
Sounds like you closed the curtains a bit tight!!
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I’m not sure I even opened them that day 😞🖤
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(hugs)
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🖤
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You know there are 5 home alone movies now 😲
Keep those doors locked, Joe Pesci could be anywhere 😉💚
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No need to fret…
I’ve got a paint tin, some Xmas baubles and a blowtorch at the ready!
Pretty sure my brothers spider is kicking about somewhere too…
😉🖤
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Nice.
Get yourself a BB gun and a zip line and you’re set 💚
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I’m on it! 😁🖤
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Yes, a house is not a home if you are in that house alone!
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Too true 🖤
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You are not the only one.
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Thank you my friend 🖤
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