You coil my insides
After stretching them out,
Brushing and stroking
And calling them pretty,
After picking
At all that you thought
Was wrong.
And now you fold them up
Because there was too much,
Too much wrong with them
Too much that you couldn’t get off
That you couldn’t fix.
And I’m crying by myself
Because I had told you before,
I had told you I was broken,
But you chose to ignore me.

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