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So, I don't know what exactly this poem is about. It rhymes, and then doesn't. Seems like it's going somewhere, but not really. So, here it is.

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My mind blocks the outside world with an impenetrable wall only I can open.

People wonder, people yell, people beg my walls to come crumbling down.

People die, people live, people carry on as is.

My wall is a two-way mirror from the outside in.

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