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The clock is broken and time stands still. My heart is desperately crying for someone, but silence is all I hear. Shadows of a family haunt this house As we continue to forget what we once were. Behind closed doors, we all suffer in silence, dying a slow death. We wait for someone to save us from this quiet hell. Sadness drifts around us like snow, melting into us. I don't recognize this family anymore. Broken and lost. I whisper to myself every night Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe tomorrow the ghosts will leave. Maybe tomorrow I'll have a home.