Miss Teen Wordpower (upsideout) wrote,
Miss Teen Wordpower

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You place every brick so carefully into the castle. Carefully stacked, carefully fit, locked so perfectly. Castle that leaps to the sky: turrets for home, school, friends, loves, future. A marvel of architecture, you know every inch of the design. But the castle falls under siege. Those bricks so carefully placed begin to crumble from the bottom. Each tower feels the pressure from the invaders. At the door there is a battering ram, and one's heart is always located at the door. But nothing nothing can be done.

Alright too lame a metaphor, I'm done, bye.
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