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Nov 2023
I loathe it here
This room reeks of the past
Reduced to rubble
the walls have crumbled
Perfect for a hollow heart
Slumber feels shallow
Escaping will never last

These nights feel endless
Maybe time can heal my heart
Welcome to my room. It has decayed with my heart.
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