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Writer's pictureStacy Clair

In That House

The girl in that house

Was so desperate to leave

She never felt at home there

But how could that be?

 

It was warm in the winter and cool in the summer

With two parents side-by-side

A swing on the front porch

How could she not love being inside?

 

But the surface was fake

The happy family a lie

She spent hours looking out that window

How did she survive?

 

She pasted on a smile

Played their game

Did so many awful things

How does she live with that shame?

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