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Feb 2018
Damaged Hearts
From all but the Start
Eight years Old
And my heart was Stone

I'm seventeen Now
Where did life Go
I wish I Didn't
But sadly I Know

I was Weak
The last I needed to Be
It was my job to be strong for my Brothers
For problems created by my Father and Mother

So I decided to put on this Mask
But not one like Batman, Robin, or Flash
When I put it On
I could pretend to be Strong

I didn't know it Then
But it came with a Cost

NO more Living
Simply Existing
NO more Emotions
But my heart was still Beating

I'm seventeen Now
My heart's still frozen Cold
But now that I've Grown
I've came to a sad Realization

Though my heart is still Beating
It means nothing at All
Tristan Brown
Written by
Tristan Brown  17/M/Covington, Virginia
(17/M/Covington, Virginia)   
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   George Krokos
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