Bekah

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I’m burning inside, and it hurts. I just want to stop hurting. I should’ve built my walls of cement like his. I’ve tried vulnerability and stupid, senseless love. I often wonder if I’d be different if I hadn’t. Now my walls are impenetrable—no one gets in, I don’t go out.
The Fabric of Our Souls
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