taped heart

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my heart lives in a constant so-so state,
taped onto my chest and trying to survive.

and if we do not speak of this
blood-soaked night
then what good is it to us
for everything to be left behind?

(101% do not remember writing this. probably because I always write at 4 in the morning and I don't read it till the day after so like enjoy this random-ass poem goodbye)

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