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by Zedstar
Released 2012-07-05 20:43:17 +0200
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Dusty and empty,


the outside slowly crumbles in.


Collapsing the house where no-one lives.


 


Inside, echoes of the past,


the faded outline of a painting that once hung,


furniture long since gone,


everything stripped bare.


 


Shadows flicker,


an illusion of movement,


an illusion of thought,


memories of the person who once was.


 


It's easy to forget,


once holding life,


now only holding on.


 


No-one lives here anymore.

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  • Guitaboy
    Sorry to hear about the pain you are experiencing. Life isnt easy and doing these records helps you and probably me get through the pain of the outside world
    2012-07-05 20:56:44 +0200
  • User_default_thumb
    My grandmother is in hospital, in another country at this very moment. I'm awake and waiting to hear when she has died.

    While sad, it's also a relief. She has Alzheimer's and much of what made her "HER" has left. What remains are the faintest echoes of what made her. It's difficult to remember her clearly, she was never 'vital' to me, and her translucence has only become more transparent with the Alzheimer's. The last time I saw her, she was more vague outlines than anything else.
    2012-07-05 20:48:04 +0200
    by Zedstar
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