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โฆโโ ๊ค ๐งท
๐โ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐๐ง, ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐ฑ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ซ.
๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐, ๐ฉ๐จ๐๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง.
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Stories (4/0)
A Wall Of Iron โ
If walls could talk, youโd be a wall made of iron. I was so scared, listening to you speak to me in a way you had only spoken to your enemies. My heart broke at the jagged gestures from your hands, your shaking torso, and the anger in your eyes. You stood your ground like a wall of iron, building yourself up stubbornly to keep me out. You spoke so confidently, words that pulled me apart; but even so I reached through the iron bars of your fortress, hoping a touch could bring you back to me. I hoped that if I pushed through the pain, I could help you remember the love and happiness you had forgotten.
By ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐about a year ago in Fiction
The Little Pink Box
And So, I lived inside a Little Pink Box, with gray peeking through the rosy paint. My arms were sore; muscles convulsing from the countless days I spent trying to paint the gray over completely.
By ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐about a year ago in Poets
