Ghosts of our yesterdays still haunt these abandoned halls,
While the whispers of what might have been bounce off the walls.
Each step echoes as we move across the bloodstained floors.
With the wreckage of young lives, destroyed, blocking all the doors.
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Littered amongst the debris of crushed dreams, the broken shards remain.
So many shattered hearts lay bleeding while the tears fall down like rain.
We close our eyes; try to cast our minds back to happier times, long passed
But each memory is tainted with pain and loss that cannot be surpassed.
Now, with only a year gone by, we gather the fragments we can find
Put ourselves back together, though now the pieces are misaligned.
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Perhaps one day will look back at days filled with sunshine and smiles
Remembering them fondly, not seeing the wretched bloodstained titles
One day we may think to back on our dear departed friend without the tears
Looking around the prison I find myself in, that time will not come for many years.
