I wish I had a heart of steal,
So I would have nothing to feel.
I'm the one so strong, you presume.
Internally, I am destined for doom.
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Sorrow consumes my cold heart.
The heart that can't yield with us apart.
What do I know? "I never cared"
Who crossed the line? Who even dared?
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What I have is not made of steal,
But it is cold, to cold to feel.
You are gone, it makes me numb.
If only my heart was titanium.
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PoetryThese are really just poems. Some are about corruption, some about emotions, and some are scary stories. The first few poems are terrible,but give it time. They have gotten pretty good. WE BROKE 400 VEIWS!!! YAY!!!!!
