what things end

on nights 

as dark as this-

pulling my heart

out of the hole

in the wall

made with your fist,

I keep hearing the

the echoes again

of promises to

see a

therapist-

I am thankful

that most of my

important parts

are on the inside

and your hands

have never laid

on them.

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