I wrote this.
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My life was a room
that I wallpapered with thoughts and memories
I thought I would cherish forever.
My life was a room
with a door I never locked or closed
because I thought it would be nice to have company.
My life was a room
and now it's painted white without shadows
and the ghosts of my past call it home.
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