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My skin is tough, like hard plastic. 
But my heart is made of mush! 
These cuts provide a purpose in the 
shapeing of the soul, and these 
scars they tell a story of the many 
past lost goals. We build ourselves 
from circumstance and learn what 
we can take... and when it is life 
seems to much we are destined all 
to break. I see the world from lava 
stone with everything upturned,  
when peoples words and actions set 
a fire to help me burn. This world is 
dark and sometimes fueled by this 
pain that seaps from my bones, and 
its times like this i would not miss 
this world i've come to know. My 
tears they spill out weakness for all 
who care to see, but they do not 
know the strength i hold or the 
current battle fought within me. Its 
constance overwhelms me and it 
strips me to the core, until there is 
nothing left except an empty vessel 
that hoards lost words. I cannot 
make them see whats real and how 
every day is a victory. If only i can 
make it from rise to set. I need a 
constant feed of courage, love, and 
hope. For others faith it seems to 
help me cope. There is none left in 
this old cell that harbours a heart 
and soul, and without them i would 
merely be mush and plastic 
formed into a mold.

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