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:: Wall in China ::

Sometimes I have this feeling of inadequacy; that there is this invisible wall around me.
The invisible wall made from the bricks from the best-to-be-forgotten childhood years.
It is like there is a gap that I need to feel, yet I know not how to fill it.
When this happens, I do what I think I should do, but it usually comes out odd, and repels.

Annie Lennox summed it aptly:

"Some people never say the words "I love you"
It's not their style to be so bold
Some people never say the words "I love you"
But like a child they're longing to be told

They've got a wall in China
It's a thousand miles long
To keep out the foreigners
They made it strong
And I've got a wall around me
That you can't even see

It took a little time
To get next to me

If something goes wrong, I'm the first to admit it
The first to admit it - but the last one to know
If something goes right, well, it's likely to lose me
It's apt to confuse me
Because it's such an unusual sight, oh
I can't get used to something so right
Something so right"

I can't get used to something so right.

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And sometimes upon tearing the wall around us, we tend to build another together when we click up with one another. Perhaps it's just human nature to draw lines and be in the comfort zone of pointlessness.

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