i'm not bulletproof ~ an original poem

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Petals fall off my tree

Slowly dying, withering

Fading of their pink colour

A shard of my heart

A piece of my soul

When will you understand

I'm not bulletproof

I'm not made of armour

And your words cause cracks

Each leaving permanent dents

Not all of us are heroes

I just wish you'd stop being a villain

To my mind

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