Forgotten

by Rory-lena Gilmore   Nov 24, 2006


Going back home to the place you ran away from you relize its not the same. Its abandon, deserted, forgotten, lost and dead. As the leafs whistle and the trees wallow, it looks at you as a stranger, just another "them". Their former bestfriend who use to run to them for sanctuary but this time ran away to find something they thought would make them happier but to return and relize that was the most memorable regret. and your home has to adjust to a newborn stranger because everything all the memories..even the good..is forever known as forgotten.

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