My walls were made to keep others out. To keep everyone out. It’s big enough for me and only me. The sun never reaches me. I haven’t seen the stars in many moons. Good luck getting passed my Walls. I built them with pain, hate, unforgiveness. Good luck.
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Not My Walls
Day after day. I wake up in walls that aren’t mine. I look out into a view that isn’t mine. I walk around as if I belong but I don’t feel it. Life has changed, I hope it’s a good thing. The days, hours, minutes and seconds go by. And it doesn’t get better. I …
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