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a trail of broken hearts stain my timeline
terribly one-sided
mine safely swaddled within my chest

there is pain of course to cut
when you wield a handleless blade
the backlash a guilt filled infection

perhaps I thought if I were spurned
those wounds would wash
so asked the Universe for rejection

upon my timeline I wonder if they all turned
and smiled at the girl
who was finally taught the lesson

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