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The City of Origin -WIP-
Here I wait, thinking of what's to become, of what has happened. And there is a light in the distance, The City of Origin.
Voices, and voices, and voices, and voices, all from The City of Origin. Lights, and sounds, and faces, and fears, all from The City of Orgin.
Flickers and shimmers of artificial fires, Wordless screams and cries of sorrow, Silence, Solitdue. All from The City of Origin.
Drifting away - into a sea of naught, And a world of fret, Is all I ever needed. The world; no brighter, The grass; not greener, From either side of The City of Origin
Darkness, and darkness, and darkness, and darkness, In a city that never sleeps, never dreams.
And sorrow, and sorrow, and sorrow, and sorrow, In a world where everyone is alone, and the streets are always busy.
I feel abrupty alone. In This City of Origin. You call, I answer, but there are no words, there are no sounds In The City of Origin.
The city is bright, and the lights are alive but the people are dying, and wishing to be. Because nothing exists In The City of Origin
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