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Empty halls reflecting my past,
Footsteps echo as I open the door,
Nothing the same shall ever last,
Nothing the same anymore.
I'll be crying my silent tears,
Not meant for anyone nor to see,
Behind these walls away from ears,
Behind these walls is where I'll be.
Lock you out, lock me in,
Disappearing has a deadly cost,
Too late for what might have been,
Too late-all is lost.
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PoetryA collection of poetry by...me. All of it's true, what you get out of it may be different...but I guess that's how poetry works.
