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The inside of my house is ripped up; it is war-torn collateral (brutality).

There is a chandelier hanging off the ceiling by one wire (instability),

the walls are covered in peeling paint (hopelessness).

On the ground is busted up tile (destructiveness).

The kitchen could be said to be a bit of a hoarder's dream (holding onto old feelings).

I have done too much damage to it over the years (trauma).

It is unhabitable (unhealthy).

But there is something about the ambiance (uniqueness).

It could be renovated,

but then who would be able

to live there (determination)?

Someone wants to. They'll be back.

That's me.