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Fading

Fading.......................................

 

The walls show the outline of family pictures that are no more, a reminder of a fading past life

In their place, nails representing the feeling of pain in the loss of that fading past life

Removing the nails reveal the holes in the wall, like the one left in your heart from that fading past life

All you can do is fill those holes in the wall, but not the one left in your heart from that fading past life 


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