La maison est froide et vide... The house is cold and empty... Broken, Battered and abused you didn’t want to be damaged… The blanket of innocence could only hold you together for so long… The walls became torn and distressed, mirroring your inner sanity… You ran away to protect yourself, but found yourself astray… The mirrors learned to lie and you seem to refuse recognising the person inside… A version of you disappeared quietly, and no one noticed… But you must remember.. You must go back…