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four years ago i became a carpenter and started to build a wall between myself and the world. people came and went and tried to take out the bricks like they were playing jenga. and some people walked up to me with a sledgehammer in their hand and knocked me down with the wall. as the years went by my wall got taller and the people became fewer until there was no one left. i'm starting to rethink my blueprints because it's getting lonely over here and i forgot the windows. (a.m.c.)
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
{i am my own carpenter}
four years ago i became a carpenter and started to build a wall between myself and the world. people came and went and tried to take out the bricks like they were playing jenga. and some people walked up to me with a sledgehammer in their hand and knocked me down with the wall. as the years went by my wall got taller and the people became fewer until there was no one left. i'm starting to rethink my blueprints because it's getting lonely over here and i forgot the windows. (a.m.c.)
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
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