My pride – my refuge and justification. Your freedom and your salvation. Be thankful to it for protecting you from your own sins! Be thankful while you cowardly stand behind a wall of silence! Barbed wire around your heart, knitted of your own fictional grief, makes of you a person not willing to give, nor to recieve.
My pride, my killer and my savior, makes me pretend that I don’t care. It makes me ignore all of my weaknesses and places me at the other side of the wall.
resisting the wind
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