This day I have purpose and a steely armor.
I do not strive to connect, but rather to withdraw.
I perform my duties.
I am focused.
My face is blank.
My shutters are closed.
Why do they now reach out to me?
Is it mystery which compels them?
Are they afraid of missing something?
What do they expect will be different?
If they pry me open wide,
They'll only be disappointed to find, still, only my tender heart and good intentions.
Those things which repel them in the first place.
I hate fighting me.
Especially to protect me.
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