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I walk her streets, people milling like faceless ants;

here and there one once recognized

Fading away...

How could it all be so different,

yet very much the same.

I have lived my life here,

it no longer speaks to me soul to soul.

She keeps whispering "You no longer need me, stop being so nostalgic and move on already"

It feels like a band-aid being ripped off,

the pain in knowing that she is right

I must flee into the night so no one knows just how I feel; for if they did I could never escape…