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Stone Cold Warrior


They day she walked out my walls went up, stone cold, like ice. I knew that day my mother decided it was time for me to grow up. 

People and faces blurred, I was stone. Nothing more nothing less. Five year olds can take to dark times just as bad as any adult. 

That day she formed a stone cold warrior, with little trust. 

 

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