The house that I used to live in,
Felt horrifying, in ways you cannot win.
The voice came closer to my mind.
The woman was standing bloodied, no evidence was there to find.
In every corner of this house, was memories I never wanted to remember again.
These voices, would not end.
I covered my ears, to not hear what was coming my way.
In this place, I could not stay.
Going down memory lane,
I felt all this pain.
I was lost within myself.
But this is what my story was not about.
I was the girl standing there in the rain.
I was the girl lost in pain.
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