There was a crack in the shell that I had built around myself It's a funny thing about shells They not only keep the bad things out, they also keep the good things out I could no longer stand on my own So I fell to my knees Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson Image by mleonascimento0 from Pixabay
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Thank you, Chuck! ❤
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Ooo, this one’s great Penny. Makes me think of the wall I have around myself, and what might not get through that would actually be good for me (like friends).
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Me too… 🙂 ❤
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