Poem about building walls and getting stronger.
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Hand me one more brick,
With one more swipe of my hand,
This wall is getting higher
And stronger still.
It won’t be much longer
And you’ll only be
Able to barely catch
A glimmer of who I was.
No more sad tears,
They’ll stay behind
This dam I’ve built
With a bruised heart.
I refuse to give in,
I refuse to hurt anymore,
And the only way to stop
Is to build this wall.
So, hand me one more brick,
And with one last swipe of my hand
This wall will be complete
And stronger than ever.
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