Shivering in numbing pain,
Every night ends the same,
Clinging to the jagged parts,
Of my lonely, broken heart.
Though their edges cut my hands,
I piece them back as best I can.
For it may take a heart break,
To shape a heart to it's best make,
And if it stands the test of time,
Perhaps someone will want mine.
No one sees how...
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