There's a weight on my chest, a burden untold,

Eating away at my soul, out of control.

They glance my way, with stares that sting,

Each one is a cut, like pulling a string.

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Their looks are sharp, charming yet cruel, 

A pain that digs, a silent duel. 

It hollows me out, leaves me raw, 

Like tender skin against a barbed wire's maw. 

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I wonder, do others feel this too? 

Building up walls, yet letting them through.  
If they only knew, the battles I fight,  
Demons born of their piercing sight. 

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But then he came, with warmth in his eyes,  
A gentle voice that silenced my cries.  
He saw me, not the shadows of fear,  
But the strength within that I held dear.  
 

With each word, he mended my heart,  
Slowly, steadily, he took me apart.  
Piece by piece, he built me anew,  
Gave me the strength to see things through.  

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No longer haunted by those stares of death,  
He taught me to breathe, to take each breath.  
With him by my side, I stand tall,  
His love the armor that shields it all.  

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Now the weight lifts, the burden fades,  
In his embrace, my confidence invades.  
They may still look, but it matters no more,  
For I’ve found my strength, my inner core.