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And with no heart
How will I ever
Love again.

You were it.
childhood scraped my knee.
my father responded
by telling me
he'd break my finger
so I would forget about the sting.
the idea of creating a new pain
in order to mask an old one
was no more than laughable.
but when I look back on his offer
it sounds quite similar to something I do now.

— The End —