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MAYBE SOMEDAY IT’LL ALL FIT TOGETHER
BUT ALL I HAVE NOW ARE THESE BROKEN PUZZLE PIECES
THAT I CAN’T SEEM TO KEEP FROM CUTTING INTO THAT HIDDEN PLACE IN MY HEART JUST BELOW MY LUNGS
INCREASING BLOOD FLOW, CUTTING OFF CIRCULATION
IT’S TOO MUCH TO ASK, TO ASK FOR ANYTHING
MAYBE IT’S ALL THE CITY LIGHTS AND THE FUNNY FEELING I GET WHEN YOU GET TOO CLOSE
BUT I’M BLEEDING FROM THE INSIDE OUT
TRYING TO GET YOU OUT OF MY SYSTEM AND
LIVING OFF REJECTION AND AGONY
PACKED AND READY TO GO AT A WHIM
PACKED AWAY IN DANCING BOXES
ALL LABELED FOR DELIVERY; NEVER