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Reads 95
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Parts 7
Time <5 mins

deep happy heart him poetry random romance sad short story

•• Seven billion beating hearts. 
Stories of those seven billion hearts. 

Of what their day was like, 
and how 

out of seven billion, 
the one or two that broke.

Seven billion's a lot. 
And you're only one.  ••All Rights Reserved

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