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[title] => The Apartment
[time] => 2004-05-31 12:09:56
[hometext] => We only lived here for three months...
[bodytext] => I remember being there... Always hearing people fight, Always hearing gun shots And the children crying. I remember the screams Of one in particular, "Daddy, don't whip me again, I never did anything! It's not me that killed Cory!" I remember always seeing cops in the building I even got to know a few of them Just because they were there every week. I remember always seeing Blood stains on the carpet, Our apartment had the most. Here, you couldn't trust anyone. You couldn't go anywhere alone. You had to lock every door in the house All day long And keep the key in your pocket And never set it down. Here, you couldn't sleep at night Because of the drafty windows And footsteps down the hall, Most likely social services Coming to take someone away. But the worst feeling Is when there is no sound. There are no dogs barking, No car doors slamming, Just silence, An eerie awkward silence That tells you Something's not right... Something just isn't right. That happened only once while I was there. After that we slept in a car Until we finally moved back in with mom. And I'll never forget that place With the yelling and screaming And the crying. Tonight, safe in my bed, It's quiet And I almost long to hear those noises, Any of those noises, All of those noises. Anything to break this eerie silence. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 32 [informant] => hooray_its_jen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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