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Dealing with a heart that I didn't break, shattered
Sliced down the middle, torn and battered
Nothing left, who needs it?
Hearts still beating, blood still pumps
Pain is gone, I miss it the most, Not the sleepless nights
Passed it on, somebody else can take a turn
Why not?
These feelings make my stomach churn, knife fights with my mind
He brought a gun, no where to run
Push to the end, it's coming soon
Sliced down the middle, torn and battered
Nothing left, who needs it?
Hearts still beating, blood still pumps
Pain is gone, I miss it the most, Not the sleepless nights
Passed it on, somebody else can take a turn
Why not?
These feelings make my stomach churn, knife fights with my mind
He brought a gun, no where to run
Push to the end, it's coming soon
Published 28th Mar 2016
| Edited 29th Mar 2016
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