He didn’t care about the world outside his, says the smudged dirty brown windows upstairs in his room;
He was a very thin and bony man, says the cold empty fridge in the kitchen that contains rotten mold;
A very angry and furious human being too, says the rock posters on his bedroom floor where the floors have collected dust over the years because of the neglect of hygiene;
But he always somehow saw something in me, says the darkness of the living room, the windows nailed shut letting no sunlight in.
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