Walls

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Breaking through friend's walls with sheer willpower,

I can't let others through my own.

Brick by brick they're built of bones,

My heart pulsating at the center of it all.

Blood pours through cracks in stone,

The blood of mine and my kin.

Blood clots form roses of pain,

The petals staining my many scars red.

They fade and die and crumble away,

But the wall remains.

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