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THE HOUSE THAT BREATHES
A dimly lit bedroom in an old family home. The speaker sits on the edge of a bed, a worn photo album open beside them. A child’s laughter echoes faintly from another room. Their voice is low, frayed at the edges, but steady—a prayer murmured into the dark.
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THE HOUSE THAT BREATHES
A dimly lit bedroom in an old family home. The speaker sits on the edge of a bed, a worn photo album open beside them. A child’s laughter echoes faintly from another room. Their voice is low, frayed at the edges, but steady—a prayer murmured into the dark.
#nightmare #resilience #introspection #soliloquy #monologue #inpiringmonolouge #connection #fatherhood #family #parenthood #markjaybohol #buyoganextendedstories
