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Broken

Giving taking my heart is breaking
The shattering glass is loud.
Staring at the glare that burns me
Were you really that proud?
Wincing, hurting I can feel it turning
Can you feel it too?
Smiling laughing, bloodstains on the carpet
With this heart that loves you.
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