The end

When you build a home you do not start with a broken foundation, you would not start it without a plan, you would never lay brick without mortar. Yet we have. We built a tower to the sky, and it has shaken and shivered with the winds of change surrounding us. Yet we stacked it up, further reaching to stars. We filled the holes we found with what we had left. As it falls do we really wonder why? It crumbles around us and we may be burried in the rubble. I will never rebuild what was ours. In my core I felt it, just as you do now. This is the end.

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