The walls remember the nights where strange silhouettes would roam.
An unknown scent fills my space, how could the smell of death and new beginnings co-exist?Resentment is etched on my face as I wonder where it went wrong.
Cigarette smoke and wine take it all away momentarily.I sat on the sand and stared at the little kids playing innocently, building castles I've built before.
Nostalgia
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