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Stapler

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Click, click goes the stapler
Crunch, crunch goes the skin
I'll cover it up so you won't see
the girl that's trapped within
Click, click goes the stapler
Crunch, crunch goes the skin
I'll tuck it away, so no more days
of what you call 'my sin'
Click, click goes the stapler
Crunch, crunch goes the skin
Just give it a moment, and I promise you
I'll never let you in
 

Click, click goes the stapler
Crunch, crunch goes the skin
I can't tell you how bad this hurts
The skin that's stretched so thin
Click, click goes the stapler
Crunch, crunch goes the skin
The staples are the easy part
because I only bleed within
Click, click goes the stapler
Crunch, crunch goes the skin
I sincerely hope you are happy
I have lost the girl I condemn
Click, click goes the stapler
Crunch, crunch goes the skin
Don't let me see those empty tears
You knew how this would end
Click, click goes the stapler
Crunch, crunch goes the skin
I've told this world a thousand times
I give up. You win.
Click, click goes the stapler
Crunch, crunch goes the skin
I am now the perfect image
of your nasty so-called spin
Click, click goes the stapler
Crunch, crunch goes the skin
The beauty that you hated
I tossed into the bin
Click, click goes the stapler
Crunch, crunch goes the skin
What will I do, going unrecognized
by my loving kin?

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Well done. I love the idea of this.

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I have a friend, a cutter, who bears the remnants of 52 staples on his arm from a box-cutter journey into self. I myself, wear many visible reminders of past pain--skin grafts on both legs, the elongated swath where my prosthetic hip was...

I have a friend, a cutter, who bears the remnants of 52 staples on his arm from a box-cutter journey into self. I myself, wear many visible reminders of past pain--skin grafts on both legs, the elongated swath where my prosthetic hip was inserted, the talon marks on my torso from gall bladder and hernia operations and the leftover scraps made by two steak knives to the hilt that remind me to never take drunk girlfriends for granted. I love the way you worded this, and could feel the "crunch, crunch" with each repetition! Thanks for sharing!

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