This is why I don't talk

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Rejection severs my heart in two, a heated knife to my soul that twists unrelenting in its reminders.

My sense of self spilling out, I grasp at it hoping no one saw.

Feeling the reverberations as it sinks through my fingertips, out of reach.

I peel the remnants off the ground, bleeding inadequately again, I repeat ...

The worst part is, I did it to myself.

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