Every time I meet love it feels like bumping into walls. A dead end is always there to welcome me sooner or later. It hurts obviously. And takes a while before I can turn around and walk again. Surprisingly though, I don't stop. Even if walls are there somewhere ahead waiting.
'Cause the journey before reaching the wall is one of a kind.
I have started building windows in those walls now. Not gonna let them cage me.
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