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You wanted the house.
And our divorce gave it to you.
I had to leave.
While she had to move in here.
Sleep in my bed.
Use my kitchen.
And own my house.
Yet I have no choice but to leave.
And I went back to my old house.
Beside this one.
I don't unpack my things.
I leave them in the boxes.
I go into the bathroom.
With a knife and sleeping pills.
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