It is behind these walls that the story unfolds, that the words were shared and the lies unfold.
It is behind these walls where she spent her days, wondering when things would be better, wondering when things would change.
It is behind these walls that good was given, bad was taken and mess left in the wake.
It is behind these walls that the dreams dreamt were forever left behind, smoldering and dying.
It is behind these walls that better days seemed to be an illusion, a far off place, destined for those only by fate chosen.
It is behind these walls he considered from which there was no escape, only hopes to hope and useless words to taste.
It is behind these walls of the mind that bait and trap, set us up and force us to believe, that we will never be more than the smallest of these.
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