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It is just me

All these walls. Built in folly. In an attempt to reach the holy.
Only to block yourself in with madness. Run, walk, crawl as you may.
Your truth will not just stay as you walk away. And being alone you see.
How the world can take a part of me and build  a tower of beauty.
Even in the depths of despair. I find myself waiting there.
On the grandest day or darkest night.
I live alone but I live alive.
Fear is not what drives the prey instead it is hope of a brighter way.

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