Taddy

I bleed ink

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My heart aches,

For no one but myself,

And yet,

Yet,

Like others,

I reject it.

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Perhaps,

I was born to hurt.

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Tick,

Tock,

Tick,

Tock,

My heart goes,

An annoying countdown to my demise.

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And when we are gone,

You would be remembered by many,

For my ink has left trails of you-

One that perhaps rivals constellations.