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The Walls We Build
I’ve realized the walls I built in the past to protect myself no longer serve me. What once was walls, now are open spaces, to feel the breeze, to breathe the air, and to let the world in.
I’ve realized the walls I built in the past to protect myself no longer serve me. What once was walls, now are open spaces, to feel the breeze, to breathe the air, and to let the world in.