Wasting to nothing,
You close your walls,
Stitching the seems for the last time.
You close up so tight you break,
Hurting nothing more,
Be yourself my angel.
You cry out in pain as you try to open back up,
But the seems so tightly stitched take a while to come undone,
As you try to open up you watch him fade from your sight,
Until you've undone the sewing and search for him you shall.
In the end you lost him,
But hate him you do not,
He helped you grow and helped you to once more open up.
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