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open wounds
Panda, dog, bear, frog, pig.
All on display,
All from you.
And every time I see them
I
Just
Die
A little bit, on the inside,
And wonder how much of me
is still alive.
I hate you.
I miss you.
How did that song go?
"I want you, I need you,
but there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you..."
Exactly.
Perfect.
Panda, dog, bear, frog, pig.
All on display,
Reminders of you.
Reminders of me,
My self-inflicted open wounds.
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