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Impervious. The defense of age. Our hearts become small. We’re loathe to engage. We put up a wall. Impervious. In an armored suit. Seeking protection. To be resolute. Avoid connection. Impervious. To one more heartbreak. We like to think so. But that’s our mistake. Our hurt makes us grow. Impervious. I have tried to be. It was just pretense. For your love found me. It pierced my defense. Impervious. Was never a thing. I was closed off to Almost everything— Everything but you.
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
Impervious
Impervious. The defense of age. Our hearts become small. We’re loathe to engage. We put up a wall. Impervious. In an armored suit. Seeking protection. To be resolute. Avoid connection. Impervious. To one more heartbreak. We like to think so. But that’s our mistake. Our hurt makes us grow. Impervious. I have tried to be. It was just pretense. For your love found me. It pierced my defense. Impervious. Was never a thing. I was closed off to Almost everything— Everything but you.
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
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