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Shattered heart

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GentlePeace

Published: Jul 11, 2013

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With this broken heart I'll keep moving on

And the scar you left me will help me become strong

For my heart used to be so numb, but then you showed me love

Sadly then you shattered it, once you saw I held you dear

But I hope you don't regret what you have done

For what I felt, you'll only receive it once

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Sadly... Another sad poem.
I promise this will be the last one, for now at least.

Next one will be happier!
Or something.

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