Private pyle
Every day
you push
a pin through
my eye
I'm left sewing
my thoughts
back together
If I could
cut you out,
Id do it.
Hearing your voice
is like a drill in my ear
I count the days
till you're gone
Do me a favor
choke yourself
with my hand.
Not Every day is a box of
lucky charms.
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