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The doors are locked, there is no doubt
The candle that once burned for you has long since been burned out
No one is waiting for you to show
The voices that once called you here went quiet long ago
There’s no more fighting and no more tears
There’s no more lying and no one’s spoken your name here in years
You have no picture on the wall
There’s no single shred of evidence that you lived here at all
Not the ceiling, not the floor
There’s no part of this building you can call home anymore

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