I built my walls so high, they held hands with the clouds.
Yet somehow you still managed to climb
over.
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In a Nuthshell
PoetryPretty much everything I've gone through, have thought of, or have felt in a nutshell. All are poems written by me and should not be used unless given permission to.
Walls
I built my walls so high, they held hands with the clouds.
Yet somehow you still managed to climb
over.
