Walls
These walls I build I think I know,
Each nook and cranny
A familiar face.
But each is truly
A stranger to me,
Each wall thicker, sturdier,
Than I know.
I think that I can knock them down,
Whenever I so choose.
In truth, however,
That is not the truth,
For in the matter I have no choice.
It takes a friend
To knock them down,
To save me from the
Cage I've built.
So please, no matter
What I say, no matter how I protest,
Stay by me, and please,
Try your best to fell these walls,
For only you can save me from these walls I've built.
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