April 30, 2011
By Farthest-From-a-Lie BRONZE, Fort Worth, Texas
Farthest-From-a-Lie BRONZE, Fort Worth, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless..."

-T.S. Eliot

I feel I have a wall. Everyone does, but is it presumptuous to think, that maybe my wall is just a tad bit thicker than most. There is even a possibility there are multiple walls, constructed for the singel purpose to protect me. But what is there to protect? What lies behind the bricks that give even me the cold shoulder? Who am I? and most important, is it worth it? This shell I hide behind is weak. I know it. I play tough but I am so, so scared. Scared of pain and being hurt. This is normal, I know, yet it leaves me feeling so empty. I feel apathetic, I cannot be filled.

The author's comments:
I wrote because my pen would not stop moving. It compelled me to spill what has been building up inside of me for so long. I felt so relieved after...

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