ne volez pas ma coeur, mon amour
don't tug at my heartstrings
like the rubberbands you snap each morning in pursuit of your daily paper
if you must
tug lightly, tread softly
don't swiftly plunge into my chest cavity
and rip rip rip it apart
i'm sick of the glue and the tape
the masquerade of putting it all together
the makeup to hide my dark circles
the
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