Broken Hearts

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I'm fragile,

Like a vase on top of a coffee table,

Bump into me and I break into a billion pieces,

Hold me incorrectly and I might just fall,

But after I'm shattered there's no way to fix me,

I'll remain in this position forever,

Glue me back together if u must,

But I'll never be the same as I once was

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