Walk down the Halls of my Memory and all you see are Ghosts.
walk down the Halls of my Memory and all you hear are Echos.
Walk down the Streets of this City and all you sea are People.
Walk down the Streets of this City and all you hear are Screams.
Travel these Roads and you might see things both real and Make-Believe.
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A place for my mind to wander and not get completely lost
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