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You can't leave yet.
Not until you've helped me
pull the shrapnel from my heart.
Not until you sew
up the holes
you rended in me.
I can't do it alone
with my shaking hands
and my head full of pain.
I can't staunch the flow
of feelings I have for you
until I understand
what parts of me
made me someone
you can't love.
Not until you've helped me
pull the shrapnel from my heart.
Not until you sew
up the holes
you rended in me.
I can't do it alone
with my shaking hands
and my head full of pain.
I can't staunch the flow
of feelings I have for you
until I understand
what parts of me
made me someone
you can't love.
