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Stacking  mistakes on top mistakes
Putting everything in its place.
Keeping  my Framed  Memories.
 On display
My  heart Hides the flaws 
With paint.
Meaningless things filling  the room
becoming  a hoarder that is  hiding  you.
 Kilos  of your love get caught in 
hidden traps , i set up.
My numb heart starts 
Beating to your sounds,
 And the  Rhythm Of our 
  Tambourine bed.
  I'm   everything you ever
Wanted !
Aslong I get to hold you!
Im whomever you  want me to be
Only to show there's  no room 
Not even for me !

  you are my  Feeding tube   
I need
 A Secret Recipe
 Its a  sickness , 
  hoarding all things of you 
 Hope you never witness 
The  marks and flaws under all this 
When you sand down my shell
I dont know who will peek out 
I'm not what you seem
You  are chipping away
On a thin Spine  of my pain
That Hides me from you
I feel the need to  hoard,  you
 If someone esle finds you
They won't see all things I see.
I'm gonna warn you, 
I'm the hoarder that Hides you
 from everyone and everything 
Praying that another hoarder-lover never finds 
And  take you away.
 I wanta see your face 
Everyday 
 my sickness worsen
Hoarding you for me!
I'm so selfish.
Hoarding you for me 
Is that selfish of me?

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