I sit with ghosts in silence deep,
where laughter used to lose its sleep.
Now echoes dance on empty walls,
and no one hears when quiet calls.
The world moves loud, but I stay still,
a vacant heart the night can fill.
No hands to hold, no eyes to see,
just me, the dark, and memories.
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