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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
Written by Results_May_Vary
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