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点击复制The world had taught me how to wear a smile
To hide the wounds and walk another mile
My laughter built of carefully placed tiles
A fragile fort around a hurt child
You watched the cracks and didn’t look away
You didn’t rush to fix or even pray
You simply sat and gave my grief its say
Till every hidden tear could find its way
In every word you spoke I heard a shield
Not born of iron but of open field
A place where broken hearts can slowly heal
And scars become a history we feel
So let me be your shelter when you fall
Your name the inscription on my wall
For in your gaze I found the truth of all:
Soft armor is the strongest kind of call
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