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.