They say home is where the heart is.
But these three people abandoned their home.
They drugged me with melatonin, and when I woke up, they were gone.
The dad left a note on the table: [Fuck you, you psycho! I hope I never see you again!]
I sat in the empty house, memories of our happy times together flooding my mind.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness.
Why did our beautiful home have to fall apart?



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