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My eyes sting

From the staples you shot

From that stapler you hold in your mind

Even though your heart tells you not to say it

You tell me anyway

And I sit here eyes stinging, mouth arid

Wondering how someone can be so cruel

I want to run and hide from this pain

But my limbs will not progress

And you stand there grinning

While I sit here crying

Do you take pride in the pain of others?

My mind informs me so

Yet my heart compels me to remain

A fool

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