I have a history of heartbreaks.
Among the pieces of broken hearts I store
some are sharp, some blunt;
some faded and some shine;
some are yours and some mine.
They bleed, but never whine.
Among the pieces of broken hearts I store
some are sharp, some blunt;
some faded and some shine;
some are yours and some mine.
They bleed, but never whine.
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