Years passed.
Once again walkin' through those streets,
streets that once saw all the secrets you keep.
Buildings that held your tears and fights.
Faces that hide those good, old memories.
You see them.
See it all.
But they aren't the same.
Missing spark that once ignited.
It's been replaced.
The same spark in you has died.
Suddenly you can't help it,
but feel like an intruder in your own city.
Karolina x
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