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She left and the past was fully behind her
familiarity gone
family gone
Supporting herself and two others as they grew
Memories of the past crept up
letters of the future haunted
visits from the present triggering
Young minds grew
thirsty for stories
of the statues that towered over and supported their life
only hers grew silent
only key things shared. memories of the past folding into the
background as the louder voices brought theirs forward
soon only fragments remain
and the shards shrouded in pain
pain creating a permanent wedge
distance from herself
Young minds know little
they grew tired of already retold stories, only 3 parts per million
true
She stands facing the corner, wondering if her stories are true
covered in dust they remain
Young minds aged searching for a connection
red lines ache when holding their calloused hands
lost in the see of forgotten souls and dying friends
her story remains silent as the winds fly to the horizon