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I’m tired of the glass
The shattering
The broken pieces
I’m tired of the water
That drips
and drips
and drips
down to the floor
I’m tired of the pain
the Beating
the pounding
in my chest
When doctor?
When will my broken heart rest?
Will my broken heart

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