Corridors of Mistakes

A labyrinth of choices unmade
Passions linger like whispers in darkened halls
Echoes of dreams that never found their dawn

In the dim light of our corridors, the air hums with unspoken words.
Shadows dance to the rhythm of heartbeats long silenced.
Every step is a reminder of the paths not taken, the embraces never shared.

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