Lost phrase

Behind dim candles which lay behind bleak walls, colors permeated through
Shown in a canvas shaped by its hurt.
Reverted back to past days hidden beyond blank solutions. Blankets of comfort or conformity. Whichever you may choose to believe, where confidence seeps through but only in words, only on paper.

These lines resembling long faces staring at shadows through the walls that couldn’t be broken down.

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