Endless armor
Every has a sad story, no one is special in this life for that reason alone.
my story has brought tears to the eyes of the people who listen and normally I shrug and say
"Well that's life."
But I realize as I sit here, alone in my dark bedroom, I'm not strong like everyone has told me.
I AM GAURDED...See over the years my skin grew from paper think to armor thick.
I never gave it much thought since it felt right. It's just that every knight has to take the armor off at some point
especially after a long Battle.
BEING guarded was probably my best option at the age
Of 9 but it made things hard. See I didn't always need my armor on
but I made sure to keep my sword ready. I cut everyone out in fear see in battle it's kill or be killed an
I REFUSE TO DIE.
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