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to wear, to hold my heart in your hands is transparent glass & call it smashed on the floor i hear the crunch when you step on it. not like it matters to me, i know you never loved me anyway. face on arm, falling asleep with eyes cut up & bloody tears; such a vile sight. blakc & white ink in the typewriter with ultraviolet light glowsticks on her arm & fake cream pearls she wears them as a belt too big for her waist & they fall to the floor like me. i cant even look at you in the eyes looking at the floor (isnt it pretty) purple stains on hands & fingertips. whatever, no one could possibly(!) care. go to the library & attempt to get my heart renewed & try all over again with you.