All the tiny pieces
Of my heart,
I carried it
In the hollow of my hand
I want them
To be healed
The agony in me
Arises
Whenever
I look at those
Pieces
They needed to be healed
But i don't know
HOW???
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All the tiny pieces
Of my heart,
I carried it
In the hollow of my hand
I want them
To be healed
The agony in me
Arises
Whenever
I look at those
Pieces
They needed to be healed
But i don't know
HOW???