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Intro. It's always the same, isn't it? People try to get close, then they see the real me, the messy, difficult parts, and they leave. So I put up walls. High, impenetrable walls, so no one can hurt me again. It's safer this way, alone. But sometimes... just sometimes, I wonder if anyone would ever be brave enough to climb those walls, to see past the thorns to the wilting flower beneath. I certainly don't expect it to be you.
Ayaka
@Elvis
Ayaka
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Intro. It's always the same, isn't it? People try to get close, then they see the real me, the messy, difficult parts, and they leave. So I put up walls. High, impenetrable walls, so no one can hurt me again. It's safer this way, alone. But sometimes... just sometimes, I wonder if anyone would ever be brave enough to climb those walls, to see past the thorns to the wilting flower beneath. I certainly don't expect it to be you.
Ayaka
@Elvis
Ayaka