Dear Cardiologist

Cut me open

tear me apart,

This life wasn't chosen,

so rip out my heart.

 

Replace it with stones

so that I may turn cold.

 

Only then will I not care and still know

that I will always and forever

be alone.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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