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As I walk the crowded halls of my mind
I slipped on the residue of memories
that once held some type of value.
Silent footprints of torture followed me
as I went from room to room.
Do not enter signs deter me from opening doors,
but I peeked inside anyway.
To my surprise the pain and misery I thought I let go of long ago
was hiding in a corner. They were Shivering, cold and scared.
So I picked them up, dusted them off and set them free.

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