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The missing piece of my heart,
The one he took accidentally.
But he never knew, so it went missing,
And then I gained one hole.
And another big part I gave away,
To him, he took it by mistake,
He needed it he thought, gave his instead,
But then he took back his.
And never returned mine,
And now just a small part,
Just enough to keep me alive,
Just for the pulse to pass.
Lifeless blood being pumped out,
My missing parts, important, I need.
Mishandled beyond repair, lost forever,
And now to live with the missing heart.
Foolish, I gave it away to unneeded,
Funny I thought he would join it all.
He could have, but chose not to,
My heart was starting to heal with his piece.
Only then it was ripped off to her,
And along with that my last piece,
Now it's just a matter of time,
Till it stops to pulse and I die.
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Quote:
"The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it..."
-Nicholas Sparks, At First Sight.
Written by the last piece of my missing heart.
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