A Locked Heart
Description
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Sometimes, we build up walls to see if anyone would care enough to break them down.
Sometimes, the walls were built because we were scared.
We were so scared, that we locked ourselves up really well, so well that even we ourselves can't escape.
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Foreword
I am sorry I can’t be the funny friend to make people laugh and feel comfortable around me.
I am sorry I am the emotionless block of wood that can’t give people the response they wanted.
I am sorry I am the awkward turtle who can’t even put his words properly.
I am sorry I can’t open up to people no matter how much I wanted to, how much I tried.
I am sorry that I am so useless.
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Poster by fightingme
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