Four people

J.H

Four people, four walls, four different emotions, four calls. It used to be the four of us remember? Thirteen and eleven, the number became odd, now we were divided, two sets of a tripod. Anger was afloat, possessiveness always called, dictating our movements, love became flawed. Two separate worlds, two in the middle, angels and demons, life became a riddle. Four people, four walls, four different emotions, four calls. Two separate homes, full of ego and pride, distant but connected neighbors, two stuck in the middle with no side. No filters, four strong voices, connected in all ways, affected by our choices. Four people, four walls, four different emotions, four calls. 

Jade Hayek

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