Papercut

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I was a ghost touching a living.
Like a paper cut you don't know where it was coming.
Until it starts to dry up and sting.

I loved you.

But you didn't notice since the beginning.

I gave you my heart that is full of love and still whole.
You took it selfishly with all your broken bones.
A thread cut by knife can't be glued no more.
Time passed, you can't bring back what was once before.

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