Fix it Myself

I told you so.

I told you I could fix it myself-

It just took some glue I found on the shelf.

My poor little heart,

The one you tore apart,

Deserved more than you gave it,

All that, you faked it.

I only needed a bandaid,

Dye it red with some koolaid.

Tape the pieces together,

hope it'll hold forever.

The End

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