Haven

You may not understand but where we lived was the best and most horrid of lives as a child. It was also a safe haven for some time. In it two people we consider rocks in our lives. Always depenable in the hardest of times. 
Returning turned bad. Quickly we lost ourselves. We lost respect. We lost the haven and lived in 'the dungeon'. Distressing moreso was that we were losing our Rocks. They were aging. Fast. 
A move was inevitable. It came. 
It isn't perfect. Life isn't fabulous. It is different. Today we are making this our safe home. Our haven.

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