Broken Heart

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This bullet in my heart,

it rips me apart,

I know death comes quick,

but I just can't help,

but imagine you still my Nick.

I know my dreams are fake,

but I pretend for my sake,

and I just can't stand,

the seconds without you,

as numerous as grains of sand.

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