Left Behind

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Dark dreary castle,

Set against perpetual black.

Alone and cold,

Surrounded by dead thorns,

She lies.

In silent slumber,

Time floats on.

She dreams of better days of past,

Not knowing that outside,

Outside her stony walls,

The world moved on,

It still moves on.

Without her.

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