Side Effect
The walls of that room hold secrets better left untold
Wisps of vapor are still lingering
They're pieces of your soul trying to relive the excitement long since past
While the thought remains, it's too selfish to share itself
The shadows of memories are unwilling to reform for your meager existence
Maybe it's just a side effect of the sleepless nights you spent dreaming of a
future that never lent itself to a dying race.
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