An excerpt from an old journal

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 Day 28
Like a living thing the wall seemed to grow and evolve.
It began with a single picture taped to the wall next to her bed,
The first sign of life.
Then slowly it began accumulating more things;
Pictures, letters, notes, wrappers.

As it grew it gained a name, "The Happy Wall."
It's pure existence was simply to make the girl happy.
It was the first thing she saw every morning.
It transferred from wall to wall, hosue to house, state to state.

Then suddenly it started to disolve, devolve.
If something didn't make her happy anymore, off it came.
The problem being, very little made her happy anymore,
So down things came with no new things to replace them.
Gaps of white staring at her as she woke up every morning.

The boy knew all of this,
He knew that the wall was a good indicator of your status in her life.
He watched carefully everyday, and to his relief their picture always stood.
But every night he made her cry the tape seemed to loosen.

One day the pictures fell, on their own accord.
She never put them back up.

He stopped looking.

I guess it didn't matter anyway.

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