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Mar 2012
I hope you are happy,
I hope you are proud
that you have turned
me
into hard as nails now,
I once was soft and
sweet and caring,
I am not and I am
less caring,
I am hard as nails,
My heart is cold,
it is like a block
of coal
One day I hope I
can love again,
but if I don't
I will blame you
my once dear friend,
I hope in time,
I will be able to
say I care,
but if I don't
it is your fault
my dear.
Lucie Elizabeth Ann Wesson
Written by
Lucie Elizabeth Ann Wesson  Evanston, Illinois
(Evanston, Illinois)   
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