hurting

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hurting is individual.

lingering thoughts of you
feels like glass shattering into millions.

millions of butterflies become motionless,
my heart longs to burst.

burst open, my heart,
for I need to overcome this.

this suffering might be worth it,
we could become one.

one hundred wasp stings
might be less painful than
lingering thoughts of you.

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