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Description
I look out there and see the gates opening to a concrete ground, but the gates to my concrete heart have been closed since my maker made me,
The wind blows forcefully, it tests the tree's roots as a base though they stay, as though an anchor holding down it's ship on ferocious waves,
The tree's should feel shame as they have been stripped
of their pride.
Their clothing.
Their leaves.
I see the steel stools that form a 'relaxed' area to socialise.
A cold, empty, still area
My cold, empty, still heart.
The cold, empty, still life i live.
The cold empty still feelings i cease to feel....

Description
I look out there and see the gates opening to a concrete ground, but the gates to my concrete heart have been closed since my maker made me,
The wind blows forcefully, it tests the tree's roots as a base though they stay, as though an anchor holding down it's ship on ferocious waves,
The tree's should feel shame as they have been stripped
of their pride.
Their clothing.
Their leaves.
I see the steel stools that form a 'relaxed' area to socialise.
A cold, empty, still area
My cold, empty, still heart.
The cold, empty, still life i live.
The cold empty still feelings i cease to feel....