To: the oblivious

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.I don't think you realize the impact of what you say.

Tongues can be sharp, they can really cut someone up.

Mentioning insecurities tears me apart at the seams.

My heart gets this feeling where it aches like it's trying to collapse in on itself, because it doesn't know how to work with sharp tongues stabbing it.

One mention of you possibly not wanting me, brings flashbacks of all the returns my heart has gone through.

Where I rip it out of my chest and give it to someone and they return it like I can just restock it and reshelf it.

I dont know.

Right now my heart is doing the ache thing and my lungs are constricting and I dont know what to write or say. 

My mind is plagued with the thoughts of the day when you give me away.

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