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xxatouchofrostxx

Published: Jan 26, 2014

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_can't

_{remember, can you?}

_well.

_{let's give it a shot.}

_{(yeah, here we go...)}

_{she was so young, building}

_{houses made of plastic, maroon-ish}

_{bricks, making castles out of}

_{decks of red cards and}

_{making a world out of lies.}

_fairytales.

_magic.

_{she spun them like a web.}

_{(clever, but}

_{she didn't know better.)}

_{yeah, she made herself her own}

_{little world to just mourn everything}

_{and everyone all around her, but she}

_{hadn't known at the time; she didn't}

_{know all the}

_{plastic would turn into actual stone, that the}

_{cards would become wooded boards... that the}

_{planet she made}

_{(yes, all on her own)}

_{would destroy her in the end.}

_{she was so young.}

_{'why did she build the thing around her?'}

_{you wondered.}

_{'why would she shut them out-}

_{the people trying to help her?}

_{why would she let all that misery in?'}

_{(no, she was just building a house...)}

_{so young}

_{and so utterly stupid-}

_{i feel bad for her, you see.}

_{those walls that she built}

_{might as well be concrete.}

_{because after all this, in the end,}

_{there was no key and no}

_{lock or simply}

_{just a keyhole to put it into.}

_{there was no turning back.}

_{but who would want to?}

_{_{(and still, it isn't finished yet...)}}

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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Jan 26, 2014

I can relate to this. I was bullied for years and became a loner because of that. And now dA is the only place where I have friends. Like you

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