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Jul 2015
I was the boss.
Emotions kept in check.
Tears shed only in solitude.
Tough as old boots.
No-one could break this ice queen.
Then she looked at me.
This tiny scrap of humanity.
And I crumbled.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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