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Oct 2020
There was once a boy who had a shield:

three fourths of his heart.

He ran around knight to night,

just trying to fight.

Not much later his heart was a traitor,

and he gave his shield to his savior.

She then used it, never abused it,

and passed it on to someone who used it.

Now I have the shield, use it to not feel,

whatever people throw back at me.
Written by
MRosen  13/F/Washington
(13/F/Washington)   
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