Fires burning low
Treasure to trash
Where do I go?
My old world has ended
I screamed as it burned
My soul's resurrected
To ground zero returned.
Trying to figure out
Where I fit in
I sink into the ground;
Stop control-less spinning.
Others are gone
Yet still I remain
A small, fragile one
So I begin again.
Face to the night
Eyes open wide
Hoping this time
I'm on the right side.
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