Wall
I stare at the blank wall
It looks empty
But not to me
A wall is never blank
I see pictures on the wall
Sometimes a movie
I see words and stories
Instead of the dents and holes
Because it is this wall
My own life
That is blocking my path
This wall of hate
Those pictures are my feelings
And movies are my memories
Those words are my thoughts
Dents and holes in my soul
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