Miss-Soft
Lies and truth, weaving out in a paradox of color. A life being fabricated. Pieces of apathy and love sewn together into a harmonious flowing texture of thought and being.
Monstrosity. Wells of emotion emploding. Inside is a chaotic mess of undiscovered thoughts and hidden anger. What is happening to my sanity?
One by one. Bricks. Red splotchy layers. Grandfather made. A house as steady as the one who built it. Memories stacked between layers of mortar. Concrete and love.
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