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I can't wrap my mind around it
The words, not matching the actions
Those words feel cold, flat
Their emptiness stab my heart

The intention is not malicious
But that only makes the pain worse
Accountability out the window
When it's not done on purpose

So I'm holding it again, myself
Alone, shards, cuts, blood
Damaged because I love
With all I have... till I am less.

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