Cold heart..

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. Copyright © Optimistic…

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