House to my soul

Cold ice stretching over a fortress of falling beams. Rolling from blue eys come the diamonds of a sad day. Once strong the brick buildings fall in a crumbling rubble of distress. In a silent room a fire is ignited. Silence no longer the answer cealed lips open to spew forth the truth. Eyes now flash passion and pain. Now, I have found my true self, and in so doing, I have found my life.

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