while mine slowly thins
like the hair on my head
my heart is covered with sins
your heart is whole
my heart is A HOLE
with this i tear apart yours
with this i bleed my pen dry of ink...
my intentions are not to bring you harm
these things can not be helped
these chains on my heart
quickly devour yours as well
and we will suffer
together,
separated,
in silence.
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