The walls that he built up through the years were thick and ominous. They could often be felt before they were seen. He built them to safeguard his heart, a heart that was wounded and fragile.
He built up the walls in order to become safe, but in so doing he became lonely and sad, desperate for someone to even approach the walls.
However, when he finally found someone willing to approach, he'd put up yet another wall, especially built for the approaching party, whoever they be and with whatever intention they approached.
Would the walls be expected to be taken down? Would the walls crumble, regardless of how he tried to prop them up?
Walls, when built upon fear, rarely stand against truth.
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