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#rhyme#Thirstday#atheistic #mystarDon't Judge The DevilI don't intend to reveal my heart. Some cold weapons made of steel, my scars.No holster should ever wield my scars:If so, enemies might trigger to spill my heart.We're close, baby, but I feel quite far.I glow, but I burn to yield like stars.I float distant to keep my real light far—Billows of heat sear, not appeal, tried hearts.I loathe that I'm scared to reveal vile thoughts,But know that it's fear, when I shield my heart.I don't want to be...I don't want to be called sensitive.I chose a smile than to be called negative.Sensitive... Negative...Even though I'm supposed