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Nov 2014
Mom
I'm sick
of being hit
with your
sharpened daggers.
What makes you
think that
my heart
is protected by an
impenetrable
shield?
It's covered in scars,
bruised and damaged.
The slightest mention
of an insecurity
and I'll break,
crash,
and burn.
You don't even care.
You don't even *see.
**
Leigh
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