I cut myself on my paper heart
And it bled
Drops of rain that waste away like tears.
So fragile, undeniably
And all the while, sleeps the world,
My heart still paper thin
Was carried away by the wind
Leaving me empty handed
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Author:
MrNobody40 (
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- Category: Sad
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