I'm half expecting a jar of hearts,
Or a jar of a heart,
Torn into shredded paper
Which I sprinkle on my bedsheets
To try to piece together.
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Froot Loops @ Midnight
PuisiI don't know why I care about your thoughts so much. Who the hell cares why you're up at three in the morning?
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I'm half expecting a jar of hearts,
Or a jar of a heart,
Torn into shredded paper
Which I sprinkle on my bedsheets
To try to piece together.
