Memory Of Another Time As I stand in this evil place, the memories of times passed flood my mind. The times we spent together. The laughs we shared. The love we felt. The warmth of the sun. The serenity of the ocean. I will never forget the times we loved and now lost. All is but a distant memory. I stand in this evil place, as the sprits of hate and death draw closer.
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