I sit here, in all what’s left of this place.
Most of the walls have come down
There is almost nothing left of this
Just bits and pieces of what it used to be.
I sit in the centre of this building,
I sit down on the floor and cry.
This place used to be heavenly,
Beautiful, beyond my wildest dreams.
Now, all that remains is darkness.
It’s cold, wet and surrounded by death.
I had tried to keep it together,
I tried to keep the walls up, so…
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Posted on November 20, 2008 at 7:27pm