~Eight~

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My heart is made of glass,
it's been shattered more times than I care to count.
It got broken again recently,
now it's held together with duct tape and tears.
I forgot
some of its broken pieces on the ground.
Maybe someday soon someone will see
the damage others have done to my glass heart and be gentle with it.
My heart is made of glass,
it's been shattered recently.
I don't think I can fix it this time around.

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