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Pick up the pieces
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room with a view PM
I'm not important to you. My heart is your own personal toy, and you use it at your own disposal.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 55 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 06-02-09 - id: 2680334
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My body is aching

From always bending down.

I pick up the pieces

While you kick them around.

My heart is insignificant

As you seem to think.

My fingers are bloody

To see, I must blink.

I'm not an experiment

Though it may seem.

I still have a reason.

I still have a dream.

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