A/N: Ncbx gave me the prompt "staple removers", so I'm writing this about her. Well, her and another person. But it counts.

There's hardly anyone that could

Help me at this point.

And they throw it at me, and it

Sticks. No one can pull it out.

Then you come and try, try

Harder than anyone ever has.

There are few people who can

Pull out these staples that

Are thrust at me so forcefully.

Just a smile, just a look.

It's a talk with one of you that

Pulls me out of this deep well

I'm stuck in.

So I pull your chair closer to me,

So I tell you to hit it.

So I let you know it's you I want

To be my staple removers.