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Toying


It is so easy for someone to play with my heart

I try to protect it and keep it away from hurt

But whenever it starts to peek out, for there is a ray of hope,

A piece that cannot be returned is ripped away

Toying with my heart must be fun

Because it seems to keep happening

I'm sick and tired of second chances and allowing myself to peek out 

For soon there will be nothing left of it and i will have nothing to protect

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