Sad things from old notebooks 

She didn’t know it at the time but when she was playing Legos with her brothers it was practice for building up her walls. Every year the walls built higher and higher. At first there was a door to let people into her skyscraper, but after that first boy made the bricks go soft with promises then let them dry up, absent dewdrops, rose petals in the sun, rose petals in the sun, well, her tendrils of hope skated on until the thorns grew up tall and strong and covered up that door for good.

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