The wall

by Kimberly   Oct 21, 2007


Love is a precious thing is it not? Beautiful, graceful, and majestic. But in every fairytale is an evil villain, and that villain is hurt. If hurt penetrates the wall of your love, it starts wreaking havoc. No longer are the mighty doors of trust strong enough to stop the invasion. The wall of love itself... crumbles slowly. With 1 brick left, the wall has finally been defeated when those 2 words come out of the mouth of your love, just 2 words.... the mightiest of all..... 'Its Over.'

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