Break our walls
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Last published Sun, Aug 9, 2020
Break our walls if you can, take from us our cadence, tear down our facades, tie our souls down, put us in order, fix our angst, make us fall in love, find out our secrets and let us live........
- Only that shit like that happen in dreams.
The world is spinning, we all know, but do we ever feel it? Have you ever been so lonely, so sensitive? - These people have, Living through their problems and fighting all they can. The world is scary but they don't admit it. Instead they build facades - walls around themselves, walls that may never let them grow up....
Their youths seems to be dwindling and no one seems to be helping....
Yet of course they don't need any help.....
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