Broke
Something inside of me broke, I know it I feel it. My stomach in the air, like there's a hole around it passed by violent corrents. My heart always hurts, because his broken parts cuts my flesh almost for fun. and that spoon underneth tries to pull it out, such a fool but it's true. Now I'm an empty shell a smiling corpuse that runs talk laugh and lives.
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