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Mr. Metal

My head was of metal
My heart was of straw
My bones were of twigs
For those who did not know
 
They scarred each one
Each looked like ruptures on cloth
Big holes in the middle
And I did not have a needle
 
My head was of metal
But clay was my mind
It took the shape they wanted
Of a slave in a land of slavers
 
But my mind molded once more
As I got away from them
And took the shape I wanted
Once and for all

Yeah, I was bullied

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