Reminiscing, pictures of days long gone,
Happier days, happier times,
Days when life seemed so carefree,
Before the darkness took a grip,
When hope was more than a four letter word,
Then I noticed something wrong,
Where are the people, where are the friends?
In those pictures, it's only me,
The views are only things I see,
A lonely message the image sends,
An empty world to which I belong,
Happiness, adventure, both deterred,
As further to the darkness I feel me slip,
This is the way I'm meant to be,
Hidden away from sunny climes,
To my very existence, clinging on.

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