I give them out to whoever comes
Even after they're ripped and shredded
They are still handed out like nothings happened
They're ripped when someone leaves
They're torn when someone says goodbye fo the last time
They're stomped, stabbed, and shattered
Even those closest to me have pulled
Someone I barely know will just throw it away like it's nothing important
They don't understand that this is breaking me
But I somehow always find another piece to give
In hope that someone will take it gently
That they would hold it close and never let go
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