9006; what?

so, i looked at my old house today.
it's empty.
NOTHING is in there.
when i looked through the window, i had to double take.
because nothing was in there.
all of our memories were erased.
it was weird, because, i remember looking through that same
window whenever i would sneak out sometimes.
it was weird, that when i looked through that same window,
i had a flashback, of waking up to youre yelling at eachother.
i asked for you to stop, but you kept going.
i went to the backyard, and my swingset was gone.
probably in a dumpster somewhere all rusty.
i taught myself how to swing on there, and they threw it away.
i miss that house, even though i had a few good memories there.
i miss my neighborhood, and my old friends.
i miss you.
what if i never would've moved?
i was in a really poor environment, so,
tell me,
would i be alive?
or dead. .?
i dont even know right now.
that town is so old.
so many people have moved from there.
so many drugheads, and sluts.
and you were one of them.
i was apart of youre shady little life.
"their selling marijuana on the alley!"
you were so excited, while i was so confused.
i was a fucking kid, are you stupid?
I HATE THAT HOUSE.
thats why i spit on it.