Boundaries

I built a huge wall.  It was built out of brick.  It was menacing, looming.  I built it to prevent bad people form coming over. When ever they were near me, close to me, they would hurt me.  So I kicked them out and built a wall. 

Unfortunately, it kept out everyone.  It was a really good wall.  “Good,” as in it was serving its purpose perfectly.  Eventually, I was left with very few people on my side of the wall.  It got lonely. So I considered what would happen if I tore the wall down. 

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