And just like that, in the blink of an eye and beat of a heart, time flew and stillness grew. Silence was born, the rose loss it's thorn. I gained it all, I lost it all. I carry your light with me, even though you shine it elsewhere. Your words echoing in my nights, as you speak them to someone's morning. This is what's left.
I keep running down the hallway...
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