Weathered

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Inside my brain,
the walls have broken down,
turning into crumbled rock.

Each stone had been laid with perfection,
blocking out the storm.

The anxiety had found its home in the darkness,
hidden from sight.

But the water has weathered it down,
those walls built of stone,
reaching down to my bones,
where my fear resides.

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