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*Every rock of insult She caught And kept buried Piled up Till a fortress was built Around her failing heart*
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
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*Every rock of insult She caught And kept buried Piled up Till a fortress was built Around her failing heart*
Now Each impact barely scratches her Well guarded soul.
samanthah7
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
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