A tornado already ripped off the roof. So it's been cold for a while.
Bricks are often kicked out of the walls, but I'm used to it.
There's still burn marks too. Everything smells like smoke.
And water damage, when I leaked.
The floor is still holding steady. And I took comfort in that.
But last night a whole wall fell. A whole fucking wall.
And yet I still see it there. I want it to be there so badly that I refuse to accept that it fell in the first place. That it shouldn't be there in the first place. I'm not even sure if it actually fell or not, because I know I'm crazy to begin with.
I don't want to have to ask if it's still there. I don't want to admit that my sanity was gone a long time ago.
Because that would be awkward.
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