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Feb 2018
Waiting for a bus
Lost in thought

As the chill pierces my clothing
Foolishness pierced my walls
While the cold awakens my nerves
The hot tears numb my mind
Built my heart out of ice and steel
It still broke like glass
No matter how tough i think i am
Im not immune to whats called life
Written by
Shade  M/Toledo, Oh
(M/Toledo, Oh)   
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