Like an old house

What would you think about a place of spider webs and mice?

How would I feel if I were this house? I’d feel deserted and uncared for.  I’d feel unwanted, being waited upon decaying to death slowly.  I’d feel like an old house. One that …

One that faded her beauty too soon. One that attracted great amount of tending in her prime. One that was appreciated, cherished, treasured and held dear once. One that at one time was decorated with the special attention of many for her special ravishes.  One that was entertained over the years with music and art. One that honoured for her extraordinary features. One with depth and grandeur erstwhile.

At present she is faded of her beauty, unkept, rugged and broken on the sides.

I am like an old house.

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