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Sometimes the past slips away - a dream that never was. But the wanting stays, like a ghost in the hallway. We carry it, each step a little lighter.
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Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
The Weight of Yesterday
Sometimes the past slips away - a dream that never was. But the wanting stays, like a ghost in the hallway. We carry it, each step a little lighter.
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Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
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