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Building fences
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inner workings A big tear
running down the surface.
A picket fence
is just the beginning...
you know.
You're walking again.
They stand and watch
waiting for the fall.
You say that your inside is melting.
They don't understand what that means.
You cry a lot now.
Sounds familiar...yes?
They don't know why.
You say that forgiving
condemns you...
You know you're going
straight to Hell.
Why do you need that fence?
You shouldn't.
Not here, not anymore.
A picket fence
is just the beginning...
You know.
A concrete, barbed fence
is just a few tears away.
It doesn't add up
they say.
They want you to forget...
ignore...
deny...
They don't understand
They don't want to.
They say you aren't right...
But what did they ever know
anyway?
