I hate this house.
I never want to see it again.
There's to many bad memories
Memories of that night
When for a no
You took their lives.
But i love this house.
For the memories she holds
All of our childhood
The seven of us.
I would like to see it again.
To go there once more
But i can't.
Cause if did i would never come back.
Because being lost in memories
Sounds better than face the truth
Of five deaths, one traitor and me.
L.E.J
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PoetryPoems, French and English, Just the mind of a teenager under disease and death May be depressing But may make you feel less lonely Zibous, L.E.J <3 My insta: https://www.instagram.com/l.e.j_03?igsh=MTU0ajBsbHBmbTdyag%3D%3D&utm_source=qr l.e.j_03
