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This placeWalking in through the door, I remember all those times-those times of happiness and friends. How has this space become so alien to me? I remember those times when we used to sit, just sit there and talk, and this space used to be ours. We used to just be here, just spend some time, just sit. But now that hasn't happened to a long, long time. And I'm here, sitting in this chair and just looking around at this room, and I don't know it. I used to know that chair, that wall, that ornament, but now they all seem so distant. And things have changed-that chair didn't have that throw on it, your bed wasn't over there before. You did all these things without telling me. So it isn't just the space, it's the people as well. The people that used to exist within this space are gone, they have grown up and changed beyond recognition. I can't even recognise myself anymore. I am not the same person, I have been twisted and contorted into something else. There is nothing left anywhere of what used to
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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