My first house.
Like a soon-to-be bride, spending the last night on her own.
Drunk on emotions.
Watching the memories sticking to every wall like glue.
Empty spaces where a life once hung.
The contents of my wardrobe, losing their dignity in cheap laundry bags.
Neon orange stickers on anything ‘To Go’.
Laughter and voices heard through the neighbours wall only amplify a life that already seems a decade ago.
Soon enough five years will seem like nothing; right now they feel like the most formative years of my life.
This is the end.
But it's also the start.
Ring the bells.
Something Changed.
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