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Old houses are full of memories you never knew are still buried in the back of your mind. As a teenager I was always ashamed of living in an old house where the electrical wires are always fucking up the new appliances, the walls that have cracks and moistness even a rubber paint would fail…

Did I Tell You Yet

Did I tell you yet, I still at times think about you? And quietly ponder if you ever wonder about me Did I tell you yet, I still secretly long to hold you? And have long talks under the sky setting us free Did I tell you yet, you still visit me in my dreams?…