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Jun 2018
the little black strings attached to my heart,
tug ever so slightly,
sometimes they tug gently other times they pull so tight
it feels as if my heart is going to rip into pieces.
so many times I've wanted to cut the strings free
and let my heart be unattached to anything,
but once a little black string has been cut it can never be tied back again.
Written by
moyees  19/F/South Africa
(19/F/South Africa)   
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