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You broke through my armour

as though

I hadn't just spent 

the past 8 years, carefully

designing every meticulate piece. 

Protecting the heart on my sleeve,

protecting a mind that thinks

Hope is the key to believe.

You broke me through my armour

you broke through to me,

without hesitating-

head first, initiating, breaking-

as though I was wearing

some nickle worthy coke can armour,

with a mind as fragile as a half damp 

paper plate, you thought you could just

dirarm and harm in your own way;

the whole image of who you thought I am,

yet here I stand.

Strong on my own

heart of gold ready for the thrown;

as a jester you speak 

mirror in hand, 

as I give my last damn.

Get out of my Kingdom, man.