The Space
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I create wall in myself.
I create space with square shape around me.
No door. No entrance. No exit.
It just me in it.
Nobody can enter it.
Nobody are even allow to come near it.
I will never let others break in my space.
I will never let them rob it from me.
Because the reason I create this space, mainly because of them.
Mainly because I once allowed them to enter it.
Mainly because I even once allow them came near it.
Naaah...
Now, this wall is like a barrier for me and myself.
-A girl with her own story-
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