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On her dresser by her lonely bed sits a dusty snow globe as she lies there dreaming of the world within its glass, she reminisces when it used to be filled with artificial snow but now it holds blood behind its walls containing her heart within its grasp
It used to be filled with a liquid scene, a dream within a dream, where your reality was altered by shaking the globe and everything was wiped away and clean
But now there is no beauty when you look upon its façade, inside lies a bleeding heart caused by someone who tried to play God
They ripped this heart right out of her innocent, trusting chest, and they placed it inside of the remains of what once held a fairytale world inside of its depths 

Now this snow globe is nothing, but a symbol of love gone wrong, overflowing with the blood of a girl that forever had longed
Longed to be held, to be loved, to be wanted and worshipped like she was all that he did see, well now she gets to lie there and stare at the remains of his casualty 
She tries to shake the snow globe of blood, she throws it against the wall, so that she can bathe in the misery that once started it all
So that she can writhe on the floor in the shattered pieces of the glass, and pray that they pierce her skin so that she can feel something at last

And the heart that it encased you may wonder where it is now that its tomb has been broken apart, well you see she stomped on it and threw it away it betrayed her, it played its part
So now her heart is truly dead there is no more blood to pump through its walls, now that the glass has been shattered, she was going to let herself die anyway so what better cause
She has been living in a lifeless body since the day that he walked away, and her soul it tried to keep going but the heart it had its say
One can’t function without the other, there is just no way that they can, so there she dies with the remains of a broken snow globe with droplets of blood and pieces of a heart inside of her cold, dead hand.
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