• broke__words 6w

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    I agreed to be friends, with the walls of my room. They've heard me laugh, heard me cry. They've seen me fall asleep, seen me struggle. Yet more importantly they've stayed. Maybe they listen to everything, maybe they try to speak. These walls felt softer than the people around. Maybe one day, if the walls proposed I would accept! Is this true love or am I just tired of people. Not sure, I was never good at choices.

    - Kunal.D