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I am shrouded In forced laughter. Chainmail with Weakened links Of bitter tears. A suit of armour Grudgingly, Necessarily, Worn on a straight back. The weight of Expectations born Of a weary soul Will not bow me. The true steel Lies in my heart.
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
Armour
I am shrouded In forced laughter. Chainmail with Weakened links Of bitter tears. A suit of armour Grudgingly, Necessarily, Worn on a straight back. The weight of Expectations born Of a weary soul Will not bow me. The true steel Lies in my heart.
niamh81
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
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