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[__psychichearts]

Strings are attached to my poor little heart
they tug at it, contorting its shape.
We've got so many body parts that can hurt
but none like my pumping heart.
Someone new always comes along,
providing another string which latches onto it
It's only so long before I can feel the pull.
You didn't even offer a string,
nor did you or you or you.
And I won't pretend like I feel a strain.