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Friday, February 25th, 2005
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7:37p - No Place Like Home
My house is always cold.
Bodies of three, but you're still lonely.
My house is always loud.
Screaming and yelling, it never goes away.
My house is always dark.
Hide in the shadows, where no one can see.
My house is almost dead.
My house is where I'll stay.
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