Thick-skinned (A Short Poetry)

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Words loaded with a bullet,
Pulled until it hits my surface.
No bleeding, resisted like a magnet,
Pain I felt, but I remained in grace.

War of words are nothing,
Zipping my mouth is my weapon.
Immovable I am, unyielding.
Standing still, I'm not yet done.

Grim of your words will backfire,
Until it hits, you'll get burned.
Steadfast I am even down to the wire.,
You've always been feisty and stern.

Now you know, I'm triumphant,
I am thick-skinned, and it's getting thicker.
I sat down, remained nonchalant,
Watch the battle until I become the winner.


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