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Aug 2021
Before you left, this world, things were, the same.
After you left, this world, things were, different.
Things have changed, and are now, not so much, the same.
Things are different, but on the outside basically are the same.
Things, then have, changed here, on the outside.
Quite a lot, actually.
You wouldn’t recognize it here.
As you remembered it.

But then again, some things, are still the same.
But again, different on the inside, of what you, left behind.
To then after, when you left.
What you once knew, that was the same.
Is now, very different.
From the, inside out.
To the, outside in.

© By HF-Whisper
15/6/2021-5:22PM-Amended on14:53PM-20/8/2021
TheWhisperingPoet83
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