If I could cut my heart into pieces,
and gift them all away,
to fit the empty holes of those I know.
I'd do just that.
But I've reached my limit,
my heart is gone.
Only an empty space in its place,
Aching, with each passing day.
If I could cut into empty space,
I'd do just that.
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