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Dec 2020
From hurt,
I've learnt to build up as many walls as I possibly can
and with too many layers,
my heart tends to disappear
but whenever I'm asked why I'm heartless

my only reply is
I rented my heart out
It got too comfortable
and refused to return...
Written by
Priscilla Charity  F
(F)   
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