Surrounded by a fortress of mountains,
Rocky and jagged at the very top,
But evergreen and guarded at the base,
The isolation here is breathtaking.
Sadly, there is no such isolation,
Not for me, for I am truly cursed.
To be surrounded by people always,
To be entombed among those who hate me.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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