ramblings · thoughts · works of fiction

Your Splinters (they hurt me)

Perhaps the reason
I write when I am hurting
Is that there needs to be a place
From which I profusely bleed

That is why I need you
You open a new wound
Every time you bleakly speak.

And so I plead.

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