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These hands break

What would my mother say?

The _____ breaks

She’d cry and I’d hug her

She told me

Why would you ___?

I just smiled.

People miss me

I’m comforted by comforters and the like

I don’t step out these days

And I’m not sorry for being missed

Where I’m a story 

That they could tell

A stepping stone to opening up

Skipping over 

My grandma tells me my worth

I’ve worth, she says

But I’ve broke

I’ve broke.

Instagram realizes I can be profited off of

And hammer me with reels that make me feel for the other person

Because there’s religion in knowing suffering

It’s the only thing I believe in

I don’t know what I fear

Anymore

But I’m a few steps

By the step,

A step away from _____

And a written paper about my _____

Filling in the blanks

And I imagine how much it hurts,

Signing papers

Goodbye deals

I can’t think of anything to say

It just hurts

And I’m not sorry

Because

The heart

Breaks

And you’ll fill __ in