Sculpted

I wasn't born like this,

I sculpted who I am,

I ran through the grinder,

I am a man,

I may not be nimble,

My heart may be weak,

But this heart is giving,

And there is no leak,

There is no Kryptonite,

There is no weak point,

This heart will keep loving till disconected at each joint.

 

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