E: Why does this keep happening?
M: I'm not sure. We learned to ignore the fake signs. We learned to never hold hope in a hopeless world. We even learned to be content with what we had and not search for more.
E: then how did this thing happen again? Why are we standing here rebuilding this fucking wall?
M: fuck man I don't really know. Shit. We should have known better.
E: that's it... After we get done with this one we are never looking back.. not even going to build a gate into this one.
M: agreed.
*Sometime later*
M: only a few more bricks to go... Wait...what was that?
E: what? I don't see anyth.... no. no. no. Not fucking happening
M: but what is It? looks friendly! OMG LOOK!
E: no
M: it has blue eyes
E: damn it. Keep it in the friend zone over there.
*More time has passed*
E: what the fuck is that sound?
M: it's knocking on the wall... It wants to come in.
E: no
M: oh come on. It's track record in the zone was perfect! There's no reason to keep it there...
E points to the bloody Carnage laying in the center of the courtyard.
M: but this one won't be like that.. it's a...
E: no
*Year pass in a flash*
E: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE WALL... WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?
M: I just made a little hole so it could see in. Then it said it could fix the mess. Look its really trying!
E: I don't think so... It looks like it's make it worse!
M: NO you don't understand! just go away... No one likes you and your cynical ways.
E walks away into the shadows.
*time marches onward*
Sobbing can be heard in the courtyard. M is laying next to the bloody mess and weeping into one of it's fleshy folds. E kneels down and pulls M up into it's lap.
E: it's ok. It'll be alright. We will start work on the wall again tomorrow.
M: I thought it would be different this time. We were friends first.
E: it's never different. They are all the same.
M: why is it so hard?
E: doesn't matter. Let's just take a break today and build the wall tomorrow.
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My heart...is weaved throughout your words..
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