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Jealousy

Found this little heart on the floor...it looked so fragile and small
I picked it up dusted it off... examined it
Found stitches on the other side
Seems like its in the process of healing
I wish I knew how that feels
I became jealous of this heart..it had what I didn't
It was doing what I couldn't
I ripped its stitches opened sealed wounds
Made it bleed black blood
I wanted it to feel pain
To make my feelings understood
Now it lies in my cruel hands staring me in the face
Asking why Imani why do this to me
And theres nothing else i can say but
If I cant heal...no one can





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