The walls that I had carefully and painstakingly built are crumbling, piece by piece. The unwelcome feelings are struggling to escape, to flow to the top again. I can feel it. I can sense it.
The crumbling has to stop. What has been chipped away will be rebuilt, even if I have to bleed every single drop of blood in my body to do it.
It WILL stop crumbling. I WILL make the walls stronger, thicker, higher this time.
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