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I've known loneliness before I even born, it's strange to put a name to that empty feeling that was and still following me through these lifeless halls. I've known loneliness, long before I was even born.
It's sad, and miserable, that's a fact I know because I've known it long before I was even brought to life. Because it was how the sadness that imprinted in me whenever I heard the echoes, the whispers that flittering through these empty halls, felt like.
Nostalgia, is what this feel like, I supposed. The longing for something that you could never obtained, because it was buried, deep down under the current of time. It was something I wasn't supposed to know, yet I know it anyway, somehow and for some reason I can not fanthom, I know what it feels like to long for something in the past.
Which is strange.
I'm a ghost, I supposed that is how I was called. A manifestation of longing and loneliness that filled these grand halls.
Aaah... I can still hear the bell-like laughters, the echoing whispers, the song of longing. The once upon a time, that had filled these majestic halls in its golden days.
It's sad, and miserable, that's a fact I know because I've known it long before I was even brought to life. Because it was how the sadness that imprinted in me whenever I heard the echoes, the whispers that flittering through these empty halls, felt like.
Nostalgia, is what this feel like, I supposed. The longing for something that you could never obtained, because it was buried, deep down under the current of time. It was something I wasn't supposed to know, yet I know it anyway, somehow and for some reason I can not fanthom, I know what it feels like to long for something in the past.
Which is strange.
I'm a ghost, I supposed that is how I was called. A manifestation of longing and loneliness that filled these grand halls.
Aaah... I can still hear the bell-like laughters, the echoing whispers, the song of longing. The once upon a time, that had filled these majestic halls in its golden days.