It hurts,
hits nails to your heart,
strings up.
It slits the short but the deep line
with a knife,
makes wrists to bleed.
It makes your face to nip
because of the salty tears.
It strikes knives of mundane to your body,
especially to your heart.
That is how to feel to be abandoned,
I know that for sure.
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