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RE: Thick-skinned (A Short Poetry)
I sat down, remained nonchalant, <--- as callous hand (if the hand is to be the subject of the poem) is now "tuod" in the process... and feeling unmoved and in despair?
Callous sir, as thick-skinned. That no matter how much criticism was thrown towards you, you remain clam or nonchalant. It's like words can't being you down, because you are stronger, that's why the skin is getting thicker. You are numb and cannot feel those words anymore.