People lived in that apartment for years, and I was one of them.
They repainted the walls to make them look brand new, but they'd always remain old walls, old but full of secrets.
I wonder how many people broke down crying and screaming in front of those walls, I wonder how many depressed people thought about dying, how many destroyed relationships and marriages gone wrong those walls have seen.
Yet those walls were the only home I knew back then, my secrets reside within those walls, and I know for sure that they will never be spilled.
To be in a home full of parents with high expectations, little children looking up to you when you were still a growing child forces you to shut down.
Those white walls painted with a fresh coat of white, saw all that I did, all that was said. I'd be more afraid if they came alive and told the world all that it contained, but I know that for now until the day that they are destroyed I can continue living and seeking refuge elsewhere.
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General FictionShe closed her eyes, and let the memories flash one by one. Once she opened them she saw hope surrounding her, the need to put aside the past and memories was growing on her.
