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Unyielding: It will not give; it will not budge, Nor will it break. My will is strong; my heart is iron. How did I become so harsh and distant? Little matters, Feelings are invalid; Only facts are considered. I will not bend, once my mind has decided. Where did I learn to be unforgiving, abrupt, and cold? I'm calculating; it wasn't always so, and it isn't absolute. I have feelings, but, at some point, I built a wall. I yield to none, and none get in. How cold and lonely, I have become.
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