Her heart?

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Her heart is missing,
Her rib cage is empty,
They are guarding just memories,
'Cause they are in plenty,

Her heart is with a boy,
Who forgot to put it back in its place,
He didn't just steal it,
But he locked it in another cage,

For now she has a canvas for a heart,
For the hopes that she is painting,
That one day will come,
When everyone will be permanent and no will be changing,

She is tired of the game,
Where everyone is always lying,
She is tired of her life,
For which she is always crying,

She wants to come back maybe,
Maybe after becoming a famous painting,
For which she will be sure,
For never asking your friendship for her framing!

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