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You picked at her. At first, you only did small pieces, just took inconsequential pinches off here and there. However, soon you became greedy. Got comfortable stripping her of who she was. Turning her inside out. You ignored the empty gaps in her heart, and tried to bandage the larger chunks with who you wanted her to be. But learned, like everyone eventually does, that bandages don't always solve the problem. Sometimes we bleed too much. And sometime we keep bleeding until we can't. That's what you did to her. You picked at her until there was nothing left to pick at.
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Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
Picked Her Apart
You picked at her. At first, you only did small pieces, just took inconsequential pinches off here and there. However, soon you became greedy. Got comfortable stripping her of who she was. Turning her inside out. You ignored the empty gaps in her heart, and tried to bandage the larger chunks with who you wanted her to be. But learned, like everyone eventually does, that bandages don't always solve the problem. Sometimes we bleed too much. And sometime we keep bleeding until we can't. That's what you did to her. You picked at her until there was nothing left to pick at.
ravanna-dee
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Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
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