"Every time I walk passed the building,
I was reminded of my past, my yesteryear.
Gloomy as it is, I keep promising myself,
that I will never walk this path, ever again.
But, today, still I find myself,
walking on this lane that reminds me
of one haunting terrible torture,
here on the exact place,
where our hearts used to reside.
And where my heart, into million pieces, it's broken. " -A.B.H.
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