January 30, 2012
Somber tales of redundant glory plague your every thought.
Longing for the day when you can avail what you were taught.
Whispers speak of your utter shame.
You cry, needing your fifteen minutes of fame.
Narcissistic souls like to bring you down.
You wait for the day when you can finally escape this town.
Arbitrary dreams, wait to be fulfilled.
You set off in search of a city to help build.

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