Tied my end through a knot, hung me against the wall.
You stared at me.
Picked me up and threw me about, trampled me under your feet.
Then you shoved me under your bed.
Hiding me under a pillow as your door opened and your mom walked in and yelled off her head.
You bang it shut, holding me in your sweaty palms.
Making some final checks, you throw me around the blades.
Next thing I know, my stomach is stretched inside out, pulling against both my ends, makes me want to completely rip out.
I wonder if I should hold on and give you the solace you think you deserve or just snap under this tension giving you another chance to learn.
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