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he told me that he'll build me a castle once i let the wall in my heart destroy its own to make him enter the locked door in there, so i did but right after he became comfortable in my home, his true intentions just shown.
why does it took too long for me to realize that he only sees my vulnerable heart as a prize and not something he'll live till his heart dies?
the castle he promised didn't exist for a single time, thou yes, he created one but it never lasted just like his sugarcoated words which turned real to itself—turned fake. uhuh, did it make sense?
from that moment, the moment he left my wrecked home for being too messy because of everything he did, i built a wall again and this time, i swore to myself that no one would enter my vulnerable home again, unless they're bringing the key and they know the password which is not being told for it is to be felt.
now, let the gates be closed.
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PoetryWe all have pain inside us, inside those softhearted yet tough hearts and it's on us on how to express it, how to ease it, and how to control it. Painters grab their brushes to express. Singers grab their microphones to express. Dancers grab their s...
