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In the house of my yesterdays, where time lingers in shadowed corners,

I lay, staring at the ceiling, an ancient sky stained with the echoes of old thoughts.

Each crack holds a whisper, a thread of memory unraveling the tapestry of my days.

I sit up, my breath heavy with the weight of the years,

And slip into the shoes of my past, worn thin by steps I’ve long forgotten.

The hallway stretches before me, a passage of creaks and sighs,

The wind, a phantom, weaving through the splintered walls like a ghost uninvited.

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