My heart is broke torn in two As if someone crushed it in their hand like a crinkled old leaf The broken crushed pieces slowly to the ground below I reached over and picked up the fragile pieces But there was no hope the heart didn't beat It lies there in my palm in grief, pain, and misery Wanting more than anything to beat one more time It tried everything possible, the aching pain made it weak This heart of mine has beaten it's last beat and is now resting in peace.Birth sign: Not entered
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