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There's a hole where my heart should be.
My face is stain glass.
I look as I feel, you see.
A patchwork and contented mask.
We're all so broken we're lost,
inside ourselves we hide.
We destroy others despite the cost.
Don't deny you do, I've tried.
We tear pieces of others off,
and try to patch ourselves with it,
rough callouses are made of what was soft,
convincing ourselves we're not just a bit
of person clinging to a world of hurt.
Learning the hard way that
life's a dick.
And it doesn't always rhyme.