The Fortress
It's too late! I've seen a glimpse of your soul. All the joy and pain, mingling together to form the beauty that is you.
The walls of your fortress erected. Tall, dark and cold to the touch. Most wouldn't dare try to penetrate your walls. For the fear of getting hurt, weighs much heavier than the joy of seeing the gem that lies at the center.
I'd scale the walls, relentlessly. Risk getting cut on your dangerously, jagged edges. For releasing your exquisite soul is worth every scar.
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