My tomb
With walls of anger and guilt,
I built myself a temple of doom,
And locked me up in a room,
I Furiously yelled,
At people who helped me bloom,
Cried for help in foggy gloom,
Who would listen?
And why would they?
I was the one who pushed them away;
As I sit here alone,
My temple is now my tomb.
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