Tightly bound solid wall surround me
So high that I couldn't look out how it be?
Everyone asked me break open the shell:
But no one knows its strength very well.

They don't throw any sickle or hammer,
Just the random strings of advice bummer;
Yelling the instructions debris from outside
Without knowing the black hole pit inside.

Once they felt tired a bit or disinterested,
They would leave place vacant and rested;
I would lose hope and angry when void
And no responses come from out, I avoid.

But then you came flashing your lights,
Type which can penetrate the highlights;
You pushed the happiness, made me smile
Coming over and through you moved a mile.

Unlike others, gave me space and stayed,
And with undisturbed attention you paid;
Like the soft mattress but a strong ground,
You helped me break my wall to the crowd.

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