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There were days that I cried, Because of all the pain, Till it came to a point, That I got tired of feeling, That I got tired of pain. So I hardened my heart, Every day, I hardened my heart. So much that it turned into stone, Then it turned into steel, Till it completely rusted, falling apart.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
"Hollow"
There were days that I cried, Because of all the pain, Till it came to a point, That I got tired of feeling, That I got tired of pain. So I hardened my heart, Every day, I hardened my heart. So much that it turned into stone, Then it turned into steel, Till it completely rusted, falling apart.
francis-santos
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
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