A mind filled with memories,
A room filled with emptiness.
A radio playing sad melodies,
A soul consumed by sadness.
A love that never existed,
A man who lost it all to love.
A man who by sorrow is afflicted,
One who wears pain as a glove.
Broken picture frames and mirrors,
Empty beer bottles scattered on the floor.
A bed which once contained two lovers,
Precious moments which have gone out the door.
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