He lives in a moldy ruin. Only a sledgehammer could save him from it. A ruin formed by fear and paralysis. The sadness and loneliness is in the air but is never spoken.

I cannot bear the way this dilapidated fortress reflects my own passivity and solitude; how it terrifies me with the possibility that someday I will be the broken down ruin.

I hide in the bathroom and cry tears of sadness, fear and loneliness: the forbidden feelings and words dripping down my cheeks as I stare at the rotting walls.

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