After all that has happened to me, I surrendered and built a wall, a wall around my once delicate heart. I did this not to forget, but to protect what was left of my heart still intact.
Rock by rock, I stacked up the scars and the lessons, to create that wall. All the cracks in that wall were stories I no longer wanted to hold onto.
Yet, if someday there is a tender heart that approaches this wall without fear, perhaps this wall will gently fall, and I'll once again open my broken heart, without fear of being broken, again.
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