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She Lived in the Past too Long, and Never Left

Her room of memories

wasn't anything too special,

just an empty room

with every colour one could think of

on the walls,

the colours weren't paint though,

they were in pictures.

Millions of pictures over lapping

each other

covering the walls, and ceiling

some even were on the floor.

Everywhere she looked

was a memory,

good and bad,

terrible and wonderful,

sad and hilarious.

For hours she would sit,

looking at her memories,

not too long

she never left

and she became

a memory,

herself.




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