Everyone uses the term "skeletons in the closet" yet htose words hardly due my part justice. I have acquired the the Parisian Catacombs in my closet. The house in which I live, isnt the house in my mind, forever burned into my memory. The walls are painted over and floors recovered masking the trust and yet the image of me sitting next to an old
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