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He stood there staring blankly at the wall. Something was behind it. But what, he wondered. He nailed a picture to the wall and then went to work. The day was long, people more annoying than usual. When he got home he left his cell on the table. Then turned on the TV and let it drown out the day. For hours he laid there listening to the drone of the man on the TV. But the wall seemed to call him. He didn't want to mess with it tonite. It was Friday; he wanted fun, excitement, and a good girl. At the local club he danced away every ache in his body. Searching for something to fill his void. Drinking away sorrows, he found the girl. Like him in every way. She was searching for the fill to her void, she was searching for and answer to all her needs. Together they would be perfect.

A night of fun experienced by them both. THey sealed their love with a married kiss. Today they have two kids, well paying jobs, and still live in the same large house. Nights were long the days longer. His kids grew up so fast and moved out even quicker. Life was perfect and nothing could be better. He had forgotten about the wall mostly because he was busy. The wall hadn't "spoken" to him...mostly because it was covered with childhood art. Life was great, nothing could harm him, he was so high. His kids were making thousands and supporting him and his wife. He was raking in the money and so was his wife. Life was perfect, until...one day. His wife was in a fatal accident, lost her life to a drunk. His kids died in a firey plane crash. His life crumbled in the blink of an eye. Things started to disappear he learned fate has a sense of humor that bleeds. People started to leave the lonliness of his big house crept back in. His life was returning to what it was. He ripped down every memory of happiness, he tore down pictures, he tore wallpaper, and he ripped at his clothes. The wall...the wall it called out to him. Louder than ever before. He walked up to it looking blankly at it's great expanse. He began yelling at the wall, asking it why it just stood there and didn't do anything. Why it just watched as his life shattered. Why did it keep quiet? Then he realized why the wall didn't say anything, it couldn't. But he would make sure it never did. He knew it was the walls fault. He just knew it. He picked up his hammer and tore down the wall. He ripped it all to shreds. Rubble remains, a hole to a room stands staring at him. A tear!? A TEAR!? He cries now!! His heart breaks now!? He stands there staring blankly at what he forgot. Staring deeply into those familiar blue eyes, those eyes that hold him there. The same as his. The face staring at his familiar as yesterday, familiar but forgotten in many ways. The face had been crying...the eyes..filled with tears. It stood there with his heart in it's hand. The heart layed there in his open hands covered in blood, tears, and dirt. Pieces were missing. The face looked at him almost asking him to fix it. But how could he when the face that looked at him......is his own....

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He stood there staring blankly at the wall. Something was behind it. But what, he wondered. He nailed a picture to the wall and then went to work. The day was long, people more annoying than usual. When he got home he left his cell on the table. Then turned on the TV and let it drown out the day. For hours he laid there listening to the drone of the man on the TV. But the wall seemed to call him. He didn't want to mess with it tonite. It was Friday; he wanted fun, excitement, and a good girl. At the local club he danced away every ache in his body. Searching for something to fill his void. Drinking away sorrows, he found the girl. Like him in every way. She was searching for the fill to her void, she was searching for and answer to all her needs. Together they would be perfect.

A night of fun experienced by them both. THey sealed their love with a married kiss. Today they have two kids, well paying jobs, and still live in the same large house. Nights were long the days longer. His kids grew up so fast and moved out even quicker. Life was perfect and nothing could be better. He had forgotten about the wall mostly because he was busy. The wall hadn't "spoken" to him...mostly because it was covered with childhood art. Life was great, nothing could harm him, he was so high. His kids were making thousands and supporting him and his wife. He was raking in the money and so was his wife. Life was perfect, until...one day. His wife was in a fatal accident, lost her life to a drunk. His kids died in a firey plane crash. His life crumbled in the blink of an eye. Things started to disappear he learned fate has a sense of humor that bleeds. People started to leave the lonliness of his big house crept back in. His life was returning to what it was. He ripped down every memory of happiness, he tore down pictures, he tore wallpaper, and he ripped at his clothes. The wall...the wall it called out to him. Louder than ever before. He walked up to it looking blankly at it's great expanse. He began yelling at the wall, asking it why it just stood there and didn't do anything. Why it just watched as his life shattered. Why did it keep quiet? Then he realized why the wall didn't say anything, it couldn't. But he would make sure it never did. He knew it was the walls fault. He just knew it. He picked up his hammer and tore down the wall. He ripped it all to shreds. Rubble remains, a hole to a room stands staring at him. A tear!? A TEAR!? He cries now!! His heart breaks now!? He stands there staring blankly at what he forgot. Staring deeply into those familiar blue eyes, those eyes that hold him there. The same as his. The face staring at his familiar as yesterday, familiar but forgotten in many ways. The face had been crying...the eyes..filled with tears. It stood there with his heart in it's hand. The heart layed there in his open hands covered in blood, tears, and dirt. Pieces were missing. The face looked at him almost asking him to fix it. But how could he when the face that looked at him......is his own....