*It was happening again, people were coming into my home. Thinking that they would change it and make it more 'modern' but they too would fail. Just like the ones before them. I do not give up so easily what is mine.
They at least talked about cleaning -
- about what was left behind.
This life was a curse, hell it was not even a life. I kept having to remind myself of such. Not an afterlife, somewhere in between and I no longer wanted a part of it. But there was no escaping any of it.
It truly was -