Smashed

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You took my heart into your hands

And walked with it like you wanted it.

Out of nowhere you smashed it on the ground into millions of pieces.

You were lying all along.

I should've known that none of this was real to you.

I hate you so much right now.

Now why.

Tell me why.

Why do I pick up those millions of pieces of my heart

And hand it back to you,

Only to have it be smashed again?

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