There comes a time of night (most usually early morning) where you break your walls down and sit in the ruins. You are vulnerable, but truthful, with no bricks or concrete to disguise you from who you really are.
You can talk about anything there, sitting on the stump of your self-consciousness, the severed pillars of your own self esteem.
And when you build that wall right up again the next day, it doesn't seem quite as high again.
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