I'm stitchin myself together
Its gonna take a while
But I've got nothin better
to do
I scoop up all the tiny shards
skattered akross the floor
of that which used to be
my heart
Its stopped beating
Echoes of my pulse retreating
I sit like a child on the floor
I look around at emptiness
I don't want it anymore
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