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You gave me Callouses On my heart. Spots that you roughed up enough Frequently That they stayed permantently hardened Untouchable An instinct defense now. Every time we would grow apart, These callouses would disappear a little Everyday. I was stupid for letting these callouses Become tender. For letting my gaurd down so that Every time you gave me that quick, sly grin I would have to build those calouses up again. I could either Thank you, For making me so strong, Or despise you, For making me so weak.
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
Weakened Weekend
You gave me Callouses On my heart. Spots that you roughed up enough Frequently That they stayed permantently hardened Untouchable An instinct defense now. Every time we would grow apart, These callouses would disappear a little Everyday. I was stupid for letting these callouses Become tender. For letting my gaurd down so that Every time you gave me that quick, sly grin I would have to build those calouses up again. I could either Thank you, For making me so strong, Or despise you, For making me so weak.
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Nov 15, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
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