The room Where My Name Was Erased
A diary entry I never meant to write… I stood across the lane and watched my childhood torn apart. Not metaphorically. Literally. Brick by brick.Memory by memory. Everything a rubble. My once beautiful home looked like an old fortress finally surrendering after years of quiet resistance. Darkness roared where laughter once lived. Fog engulfed it like funeral smoke. Walls that…
The weirder, the better.
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