Behind Walls

Sometimes, I find myself thinking.

This shell, this wall I find myself behind.

I hate it.

Yet I am behind it, inside it.

Why?

Because it’s safe. Because it’s free… Because it’s just a part of me.

Except, now I can’t escape it.

And so the wall I hide behind, is my new prison.

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