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Don't Fall for Sharp Objects
Listen, we were together
And you reminded me of every lost chance I had.
You were always happy to see me,
But something in your eyes watered.
You were a soft baby,
Sheltered and raised gently.
Your mother told you she would always love you.
I was jagged edges and cold eyes.
I knew one day you would cut your hands open on my cheekbones.
I worried it would be your first time bleeding.
I wondered how far you would fall when I dropped you.
An eagle holding bait.
We would drive and talk about things that mattered,
I told you I tended to forget things.
I didn't tell you that you might be one of them.
You used to whisper, "You're beautiful."
You used to squeeze me so tight.
I used to hold onto your hand,
Afraid I would let go.
I let go.
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