Some time ago, my heart used to be a crowded place, full of people. They entered without permission, left without goodbyes. That made me angry, yes, but I coped. But then they took the place for granted, started damaging things, and I thought, “enough!!”.
I pushed everyone out and locked the only door from the inside. They kept knocking, banging the door, but I was firm in my decision. Nobody will enter again unless I allow them.
So I sat there in silence, looked around the room, it was ruined. The walls wept and bled. “Uh, this needs a lot of work”, I thought. I started mending the walls and built them thick and high this time.
Now it’s been a while, the walls are all mended. But, it feels lonely now. Maybe I should open the door, throw a party, invite people.
Oh, I wish. But I can’t. I think I have lost the key. Now I am banging at the door, screaming for help, calling out for someone to break down the door from outside. But Nobody’s out there. I guess they tried for a while before, knocked, yelled, but now they have left. And I am left here, caged forever in the walls that I built myself. Hoping for someone to come who would really want to enter, even if they had to break down the door for it.
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osm❣…too relatable
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Thank you💞
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Amazing..🤗👍
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Thanks ❣️
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That was so relatable buddy👊
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Glad you like it
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Ammu…your words are alive❣
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Nice blog👍 keep it up.
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Very relatable..
I made very good friends and have very close relatives..
But never had time to spoke to them..its like a wall i made as you mention..
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