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I'm reading a book filled with poems and I'm actually starting to like it. At first I thought it was dum because half of the poems were about love and finding your soul mate but when I reached the middle of the book the poet changed. Changed their perception about the world and how they see it. The poet became cynical and more mature because at first I thought the poet was very dumb for believing in love and things that consern it.I love the dark side of the poet and I love reading about the journey the poet had made from love to hate. The kettel stops boiling and I look up from my book and walk towards the kettel.As I make the tea I hear a truck and voices in the road.I raise and eyebrow and walk to the kitchen window suddenly curious of what's going on. Outside is a truck and people that's unloading furniture from it and moving it inside the house across the road from ours. Well looks like someone finially bought the house across the road. It's been empty for over a year now the old lady that lived there moved in with her daughter last year and it's been empty ever since. I just hope they're not some crazy family I really don't have time for drama. I walk back to the counter grab my tea, put of the light and leave the kitchen.