They japed at my scars
I covered my face
They poked my bleeding wounds
I stopped opening up
Like a tortoise receding it’s head inside the shell
I shielded myself
Let none in..No matter how hard they knock..
Finally I stopped expecting
They called me Dangerous! Because they can’t hurt me anymore.
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