The walls in the background shadowed a sadness I saw not, but heard and felt- right through an advancement of mechanical technology in the piece of wire we call the phone line. These days, we do not even need wires or cords anymore. I've heard you whined and wailed. It had previously blemished my mood with your endless need for attention. I've also heard you lament in your typical glorious campy traits-
Just that I've never heard you cry. This time your histrionics did not wear me down, it built me up a want to build my own Great Wall around you, a fortress that lasts beyond backdoor abrasion or emotional lacerations.
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