My feet take me to places I know
Retracing the routes taken in happier times
As each footstep takes me forward
Into another memory
Each Footstep also allows me to walk away
And leave those memories behind
They no longer are brought to life
By the love and joy they once held
Now they are drained and gaunt
The soft warmth replaced by a razor-sharp edge
Unable to embrace them any longer
What once used to course through me
Giving me life
Leaves me nothing but an empty shell
What happens then
When my feet have left the familiar behind
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