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Walls. Build them up. Break them down. Build them taller. Every word, every whipser Is either adding a brick Or taking one away. But never staying the same. You broke it all down And I threw away the bricks. I didn’t know that I should have saved At least one. You came in and looked around I let you move right into Every corner that used to be guarded By the walls i put up. Slowly, I forgot where i even put my bricks. I wouldn’t need them anyways. You took them all away, But i didnt know you would steal them. You lit the bricks on fire, And you burned the house down. See, you still had your bricks up And built more with mine that you stole. I am left brickless. Its almost like im homeless. Everything is out, Nothing is protected. But you. You are walls that are miles high. I can see the bricks you stole from me Scattered about your walls. But while im laying on the ground That is the only thing left after the fire I look around and notice, There is sunlight. No walls are up, And the mind is shattered. But while yours is built up and safe, Mine, has the sun.
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
Build Them. Burn Them.
Walls. Build them up. Break them down. Build them taller. Every word, every whipser Is either adding a brick Or taking one away. But never staying the same. You broke it all down And I threw away the bricks. I didn’t know that I should have saved At least one. You came in and looked around I let you move right into Every corner that used to be guarded By the walls i put up. Slowly, I forgot where i even put my bricks. I wouldn’t need them anyways. You took them all away, But i didnt know you would steal them. You lit the bricks on fire, And you burned the house down. See, you still had your bricks up And built more with mine that you stole. I am left brickless. Its almost like im homeless. Everything is out, Nothing is protected. But you. You are walls that are miles high. I can see the bricks you stole from me Scattered about your walls. But while im laying on the ground That is the only thing left after the fire I look around and notice, There is sunlight. No walls are up, And the mind is shattered. But while yours is built up and safe, Mine, has the sun.
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moonchild22
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
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