"Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they're ended." — Colley Cibber. When all is said and done, you’ll stand there like ancient wood-rot, and I’ll let you fall in ruin. “You are so easy to break. Remember that.” So can I wash you cold and brittle with your broken hand until you fade? Can I touch you? Answer soon. Can I keep the cracked pieces of paint around my neck like a broken rosary until you believe in me again? Can I hope? Answer soon. I’ve been ransacked, but you waited after the fact to tell me… Was it because my house wasn’t what you thought it was? “You robbed me of what I had left!” Now there’s hate and wrath in every wall that houses your life now. Every insecurity, everything I know of you… “I’ve locked you in.” So can I approach you? Please answer before I kill you.
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