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  • Some people, like me, constructs a wall around them.

    Not a physical wall of brick and mortar, nor it is imaginary and made of made-up material.
    It is real. It has no permanent shape and space. It grows and shrinks as time goes by,
    as fate says hi.

    It keeps unwanted people to enter their secluded life,
    and sometimes it also keeps wanted people out.

    Not that it's the chosen outcome, but that's the thing with walls:
    protection is secondary. The only reason why someone build a wall is that
    he or she doesn't want to be understood. They're afraid that people will figure them out.

    They're afraid of turning into something else they don't really understand.

    Some may peek into the cracks for a glimpse of surprisingly unremarkable life,
    while some wait too long outside, driven by their unnecessary curiosity.

    Some people, like me, built the wall too high and too thick
    and too .

    Some people forgot to plan and build the secret passage out
    for they're too sure that they will never want to escape their life.

    Some realized it when it is too late,
    like me.
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