Going to leave this Broke-down Palace. On my hands and my knees I will roll, roll, roll - Broke-down Palace

It took me a year and a half to crawl my way out of the city. Overtime, therapy, fear of the unknown. I didn't have a lot of opportunity to pack my belongings. I left all my furniture, rows and rows of books, scores of albums and CD's. I managed to pack the important things. I used extra care to cushion my dignity, self-esteem, pride and dreams. These things could not be bought and even though they were damamged, I knew they would survive the move and thrive in a healthy environment. And so they are, so they are...........