My House


His nose was an extension of his finger Ed didn’t mix his words when it came to being a critic of me and or my life style I chose my life,it’s not suppose to be pictures at an exhibition,my worldwas taken from the less of life,While Ed always lived beyond his needs My house didn’t come with a welcome mat just a door which was the direction this conversation was headed

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