Strings

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We tie our hearts together
With strings,
stretching them taut
Till they break
Tugging at them
Till we bleed
With the bitter aftertaste of angst

We abandon them just as quick
Stinging with the selfish need
To protect what we hold dear
In the end,
We twist and turn
Free falling
Into nothing at all

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