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Broken 9-15-06

This heart of mine,
Is like a puzzle,
Old,
Torn,
Incomplete.
Worn down
And torn
‘Till the pieces don’t fit.
Everytime I’ve loved someone,
When they left
They took with them
A piece of my heart.
So not my heart is scattered,
Lost forever.
The only hope for it now
Is a piece of someone else’s
That is willing to share.


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