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The walls I build
I think I know, Each nook and cranny A familiar face. But each is truly A stranger to me, Each wall thicker, sturdier, Than I know. I think that I can knock them down, Whenever I so choose. In truth, however, That is not the truth, For in the matter I have no choice. It takes a friend To knock them down, To save me from the Cage I built. So please, no matter What I say, No matter how I protest, Stay by me, and please, Try your best To fell these walls, For only you can save me, From the walls I built.
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