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There is a city around me.
I stand and I look, my city is crumbling.
this thing I created was a thing of beauty.
drawn up and forged though feelings of worth.
it was a thing to save me.
edifices of strength to protect me.
a thing to purge my life of sorrow.
now the city, my shell, my cage.
the plague of doubt is bringing it down.
ash is falling and embers going out.
beyond my city is a wasteland.
there are no certainties out there.
but my city is dying.
I stay here and I know death.
I know sorrow.
I know pain.
beyond here is the unknown.
I am afraid.
I am alone.
I am scared.

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Having a rough time in my life right now so consider this vent art.