My crippled heart sits here embodied in its own shadow,why don't you just take it out and keep it. Don't hand it over again in pieces that not even band-aids can hold together. Sometimes I sit here and question myself,"What have I done to deserve a broken heart?". I know that there is someone to blame for the dispersing of my personal secrets. These untrue accusations,have come from a mouth I hope I will never meet. Or perhaps I have already met him!
That I hope I will never know.
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