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Playing Fetch With Hearts

Like a yo-yo, I believe I’m playing a game until I realize the string and the yo-yo are both trapped in a dance.

I’ve been here many times before and yet I always feel strange. This is not a home. I’d rather be thrown and have no one come pick me up just to end this love game.

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