An Old Memory

I lay alone and hear the whispers from the hall, the walls close in around me as I begin to turn towards the pain. The past is like an old memory, permanently engraved in my soul. Maybe one day I will no longer feel your presence in the silence of the night when the lights go out around me and there is no one else in sight.

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