She made bricks from her past. With each rectangle she stacked around her heart, she slowly began confining herself, hoping if she could never get out, no one could ever get in. The stone that was once stained red from her pain, her regret, and her fear, now fell gray as she sat in the shadows which painted her inside. That same pain, regret, and fear became her very definition. She knew better than to trust words she heard by now. A world filled with words — so many meaningless words — had continuously let her down. She will always sit in the darkness she created for herself, too afraid to hear more words without merit, knowing they can never reach her as long as she stays inside. Those words she feared more than the fear itself. To be lifted up by empty promises, leaving her head the clouds, only to be let down again, that was a fall she couldn’t survive again. So she sat in her corner, head against the bricks, her knees to her chest. Knock if you want to. You’ll be knocking forever.
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