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Those memories that cannot be stopped, when you're hiding in a corner of your own mind, those memories and feelings haunt you, like a monster in the dark.
It’s a funny thing, pain.
Once you’ve felt enough of it,
It loses its power to hurt you
Your heart, once made of glass,
Broke after every punch,
But now it had turned to rubber
It still makes a deep indentation,
But resumes to its original shape soon enough.
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