The One Who Outlived Them All

during the old times— hallways, filled with blithe laughter voices lit the room now—silence remains my heart trembles with despair the days pass slowly footsteps in the night through dank, lonesome passageways echo in my mind each step—emptiness fading into the distance every time I pause stopping still, I gaze peering out the aged window I sharply retreat moonbeams pierce my soul— a reminder of what was igniting the past airing memories— harshly illuminating the forgotten ones

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