Building, blocking, waiting

We build fence’s, we build walls, we put in doors, and we replace those doors with small windows until the pain is to much we seal it all up

We block it out, the pain, the fears, the happiness, the excitement, the lonely parts of us are like a hole that never fills, a anchor that never drops into the water but hangs there, waiting.

Waiting for the people who never keep promises and always runaway to come back cause we always knew why they did what they did, and they always come back, sooner, or later.

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