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My headstone lies in the garden
Surrounded by dead vines...

Just a hollow whisper in my head. Why am i here? Why can't i feel. Everything is so dead... The dark woods surround me. A Crystal-clear waterfall can be heard... And right before my eyes i see this broken home. I enter. This place is so familiar to me. The old photos. A ghostly figure passed by so humbly. I thought i'd never return. A place where i used to spend summer in my childhood. Now this place is deserted and lost in. How can peope throw away such memories? I'd probably never know the answer. So much has changed... I had grown up. And lost all will to live. Silvery webs all over the windows... And i see my note... It has been untouched. The old mechanic clock was still ticking... I always return to this place... Even after death... The place where my headstone lies...