I caught every stone you threw at me,
and built myself a fortress.
How safe I feel,
enclosed,
by these strong walls.
How I wish,
sometimes,
that they weren’t quite so high.
I caught every stone you threw at me,
and built myself a fortress.
How safe I feel,
enclosed,
by these strong walls.
How I wish,
sometimes,
that they weren’t quite so high.
liezel graham 
I love the strength and wistfulness of this.
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Thank you, Brenda.
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