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I try to pretend to be hard.
Cold, made of steel.

I wrestle with my silence.
Refuse to show emotions.

I lock my heart away.
I crush down what feelings may come my way.

There is a weakness that lives inside of me.
The pure hearts can only see.
They see so deep inside of me that I cannot hide away.

They smell it in the air.
They see it in my eyes.
They feel my heartbeat when I do not look away.

To the human eye is where it shies away.
Lost in humor or sarcasm.
Trying to run away.

What my soul so wishes my heart to have I block away.

When the pains of loneliness comes my way.
I lose myself, numbing senses.
Slowly the pain fades away.

I cannot say the words to you that have a meaning.
Even if it is felt so deep within.
Once said it's as though things will go asunder.
One begins to wonder what lies within that simple phrase.

So do not take my silence as a reference.
It is my defense, my walls holding its place.

I do not know where all this will lead.
I do not know what will become.
I know we share a unique connection.

Behind my walls, behind my secret door.
Be rest assured you will have a haven.

Know that there in my heart lies a reserved place.
Preserved for all time.
Stored till the end of time.

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