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Lollabelle and Her Hoarder House

Lollabelle lived in a hoarder house No one knew She kept her secret for forty six years Her six children had stopped visiting her about fifty years ago She was not the best mother Maybe the worst one They ran from her in their teenage years Only one returned a few years ago She recognized her through the peephole But she did not let her in Her mental illnesses were in charge now. Her rats kept her company She slept in on a soiled mattress away from the piles of debris she had accumulated Her things were her comfort She had never wanted children She still did not want them She was content

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Date: 7/19/2021 2:42:00 PM
It amazes me that there are folks like this. I have known several hoarders in my lifetime, and strangely enough, they seemed perfectly happy and content with their disgusting clutter of stuff.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/20/2021 7:51:00 AM
I think it is so sad; I feel like I am heading toward a hoarder house myself some days.

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