Desserted

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By missunderstood

No one lives there anymore rust forming on the creaking gate the front lawn a dumpster for other peoples memories tiles falling off the roof windows boarded up or smashed the big old door stiff with neglect the sound of squeaking floor boards is all thats to be heard the sickining smell of must in the air This used to be a happy place full of smiles and joy the sound of laughter every where from every girl and boy what happened here no-one knows but one the is for sure that happiness no longer exists in this house anymore the gardens over grown full of grass and weeds the only movement the swing has is when its blown by wind the old tree house is rotting theres no life in this garden nothing from a bird to an ant they don't seem to survive This used to be a happy place full of smiles and joy the sound of laughter every where from every girl and boy what happened here no-one knows but one thing is for sure that happiness no longer exists in this house anymore

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