Here in this old house.
The doors creak and the roof shacks.
The wind howls and the trees rustle.
But there is no one here just me, my self and I.
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Because here in this old house I am alone....emo u r wonderful at writng. in this world everybody is alonebut it is how u accept it. sorrounded by moe people doesnot mean u r not alone. you have come along and go aas alone that is hard fact of life...si shirk off the thought that u r alone.....10 for superbwriting.. read mine you go alone....miss i miss u and a placed called home
i think we've all been alone once or twice in our lives some of us like me stay alone since thats all we know until we find that some one who actually understands us