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Sep 2012
They broke her down,
Her tears stained her face,
She cried for them and cried from her hurt,
She wished that they could change,
She wished she was made of the strongest steel
But she wasn't, and they wouldn't
So she picked her self up from the dirt,
Put ice in her heart, and never let anyone near it
On the days went, until the young man she met,
Slowly melted the ice, and in return filled it with warmth, he'd been her first kindness, he was her first love
I was bored and thinking about a book I had read and came up with this :)
Katlyn Orthman
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Katlyn Orthman  21/F/Minnesota
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