I don't know

What's going to happen.

But I do know that whatever it is, ill take care of it.

Even if it has to be alone.

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poem of November

I’m made of marble, A heart of stone. Broke and molded, Always alone.

Distant and froze, A heart so cold. Beaten and lost, Emotionally old.

Torn and bruised, A soul so broke. Worn and cracked, My laugh spoke

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