We are like passing shadows in the cold of night. Our feet echo through out the hallways of what used to memories...Slowly the noise of our breath break the silence...The abandoned hallways yells our name...but all for nothing...We pass each other without knowing each other...Pass each other without knowing our existence...Pass each other without a glance...Passing each other like a cold, vicious shade...
Nico Chiari Community Member 
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