Cold Heart
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People think that my heart is cold. And that I don’t feel anything. But no one is made of gold, And I am very sensitive. All they see is my serious face, Without knowing who I am. People smile to me, but in case They try to sit far away from me. All I do is pretend, to be a cold-hearted. I don’t remember when this fake game started. People who surround me don’t know me at all. Some of them are trying to break down this wall. I am really afraid to let them come closer. I am just playing; I am my life’s composer. I am not surprised that they don’t like me. I try to save myself; it’s the reason why I hide me.
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