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Walls


in my head, there are walls built from words never the kind ones it'll drive you crazy it's hard to breathe while you're lungs are full of the old, toxic plaster from these old walls you learn to forgive before they spew "im sorry" even if you know they're full of shit every sentence they spit adds another brick to this pile it's time to shut them out for good.
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