I’m a broken armour with a bleeding heart
But that will soon fall apart
I try to run away from my mind
And the door slams shut and I'm trapped inside
My smile sometimes is basiclly fake
It’s mostly painted on my face
I try to make it permanent but It doesn’t work
Cause thinking of her makes it worse
And as my present becomes my past
I'll soon think of what I had ….
My future is fast and full of pride
As it changes there becomes more light
So that’s the end of this poem because the rest is untold as it shouldn’t ... ... ...
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