Bitter and cold, I find myself wandering through the ghost town of my mind
The rooms of these houses used to be full of life
Alters used to run around this manor-house, filling its chambers with laughter and song
Yet now, the halls echo with Silence
They say that one does not truly die until one is forgotten
If this is true, what level of forgetting someone is the tipping point for them to become “dead”?
I remember these rooms being filled, but I cannot recall the names or faces of the Forgotten.
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I wrote this the other day…but the rest was filled with misplaced anger and blame. But I really like this part and want to share it
-I really don’t want to share my name yet
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