Short story

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I wrote this after reading a book...so idk just read and tell me if u like it.

Step by step
Block by block
I built my wall
It took a while
But I managed to do it
I am no longer the same
Sure I cry when they call me names
But my wall is different than others

Mine is made of glass

I can't control who I am but yet-
I can't embrace it
Why appreciate me when you can appreciate yourself?
After all my wall is made of glass

Again I don't know I just decided to write this :/ bye!

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