Splinters of our past.

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I can hardly blame you

When I keep slamming the door

In your face

Cutting you off

Telling you I'm fine

But breaking down

Behind closed doors.

I know I'm pushing you away

But that doesn't mean you can go.

It's stupid to cry and wait

For the phone to ring.

I want to see your stupid name

Light up my screen again

But when it does I just

Guard myself again.

Because I'm already hurting.

You can't hurt me more

than I hurt myself

But I'm protecting myself

From splitters

You've already made.

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