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What am i to you, your toy? Your puppet?

You have me wrapped around your finger.

Dehumanise me.

To have and to hold? Yea, sure, only for as long as you want to. Only for the part timer.

But you don't even seem to realise that my heart, although broken, can still feel. And each time you play, play, play, my heart hurts, hurts, and hurts.

Here, have my heart. All 999 pieces of it.

Fuck it.