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Wooden Heart:

A boy is twelve
His life is cold
Almost everyday
He gets scold

He doesn't have friends
He doesn't share
They all hate him
He doesn't care

I saw the boy under a tree
Reading his book
I went to him
And gave him a shook

We talked a bit
And we became friends
Turns out
We're friends til' the end

I asked why everyone hates him
He suddenly looks me in the eyes
They were full of sadness
I felt like I wanted to cry

He told me straight up
That his heart was made of wood
I hugged him tight
While we stood

Instead of thinking it
I say to him instead
"If you have a wooden heart
Why not paint it red?"

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