If my heart was made of stone
I wouldn’t hurt as much
only the
soul would bleed a bit…
If my eyes were made of glass
I wouldn’t see the pain
I’d only hear my lament…
If my skin was made of steel
I wouldn’t bruise from every blow
only from
the ones within…
If I was someone else… may be
I wouldn’t be so frail
and may be even wouldn’t care at all…
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