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Cut open my heart,

a stream of pain flows down my side.

I can't see your face or hear your name.  

I need to run and hide,

I'll start to melt,

thinking I want you every day,

such an attraction I've felt,

why am I attracted to the pain?

my mind tells me to ignore it,

but my heart knows the need it feels.

my thoughts, you own,  

but which thoughts are real?

is what i feel true,

or is it just a game?

i analyze for hours,  

but i still feel the same.