Brooke's p.o.v
Waiting to become ashes
A same old sad song and dance
The house that doesn't feel like a home anymore
Echoes and reminders of your brief existence
A big empty vacant space
My once favorite place
Your sanctuary

Brooke's p.o.v
Waiting to become ashes
A same old sad song and dance
The house that doesn't feel like a home anymore
Echoes and reminders of your brief existence
A big empty vacant space
My once favorite place
Your sanctuary
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