Dungeon Home

It took many years
of isolation
from the contamination
that was my broken family
to finally get
to a place where
I no longer feel like
the dirt
I was convinced I was
as a child growing up
in that twisted dungeon
of a house
that became
the only home
I had ever really
known.

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