With great difficulty I sew them together
The innumerable, thin strings of my heart
Just when I think I’ve brought them together
One little tug rips them all apart
Scattered and entangled, broken and bare
Knotting them together and building them again
Never will they be as intact as before
Cutting through my fingers, enduring all the pain
Here it goes again, all knotty and scarred
Looking battered and poor, but hoping to stand strong
How much more can the strings withstand, I wonder
Begging not to tug with emotions for long
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