Insecurity. Betrayal.
A veil in front of my eyes.
I take two steps back,
maybe a third or fourth.
Deceives. Lies.
I pile up on my armour.
A never ending process,
Hence i build my wall in front of me.
Denial. Trauma.
The invisible boundary present.
Creating my personal radius,
I keep myself back and shut.
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