23 Street - Ely Avenue

The City. I hear her cries for help but I am unable to help her, just as I am unable to help myself. To quell the cries comming within, from the part of the brain that no one knows where begins and ends, the part that we have no control over. It is telling me to leave this evil place. That in the end it will only come to destroy me, it will wear me down bit by inevitble bit, until there is nothing left.

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