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Nightmares of the past.
by Athkore
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13 years ago
Depressed, sad, and tired. What else is new.
As we walk these dead halls,
We cry,
We wonder where it all went wrong.
As we see these dead reflections,
We scream,
Remembering the past.
Some things should lay dormant in our minds,
But cannot be locked away,
For these memories,
They are the monsters of our mind.
As we walk these dead halls,
We cry,
We wonder where it all went wrong.
As we see these dead reflections,
We scream,
Remembering the past.
Some things should lay dormant in our minds,
But cannot be locked away,
For these memories,
They are the monsters of our mind.
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