| I built a bridge out of nowhere,
across nothingness and wondered if there would be something on the other side.
I built a bridge out of fog,
across darkness and hoped that there would be light on the other side.
I built a bridge out of despair,
across oblivion and knew that there would be hope on the other side.
I built a bridge out of hell,
across chaos and trusted that there would be strength on the other side.
I built a bridge out of hell,
across terror and it was a good bridge,
a strong bridge,
a beautiful bridge.
It was a bridge I built myself,
with only my hands for tools,
my obstinacy for supports,
my faith for spans,
and my blood for rivets.
I built a bridge,
and crossed it,
but there was no one there to meet me on the other side.
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