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I am lost


in stickers and lists and glitter and markers.

Leave

Pull it out-


I beg-

I don't want
your hook
stuck deep
in my heart

pull it out

I am
the pain
as it tears
trailing
behind you
as you leave

a piece of my heart
still
impaled
on the end

the remains
pump blood
from
my pores

pull it out