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I have built up my walls like so many times before.
Every brick is put in place to protect what’s left of me.
The walls are growing so tall it’s getting hard to see.
I am afraid that in my construction I forgot to place a door.
I have closed myself in I have shut myself down.
Quietly living in my personal hell slowly wasting away.
Accepting the fact that I am more alone every day.

I know this feeling…… I don’t like it.