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Broken Home and Empty Chairs
The ghosts of us pace and stare
Amidst the abandoned hopes and lies of where
we sacrificed for dreams we prayed were true
Echoing creaks from the stairs
A broken home with empty chairs
Is all that's left of everything I knew
Come back
Come back
Come back, please
Amidst the abandoned hopes and lies of where
we sacrificed for dreams we prayed were true
Echoing creaks from the stairs
A broken home with empty chairs
Is all that's left of everything I knew
Come back
Come back
Come back, please
Published 11th Dec 2023
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20th Jun 2024 4:30pm
So totally sad. There's something within us that still believes it's possible for someone to come back after they die. They were too close - the bond too strong - to leave us.
