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Scatter my broken heart on a bed of thorns, Trample the pieces, make it splinters, Look ahead, it's all forlorn, What is the point of mending this nothingness?
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
A broken heart
Scatter my broken heart on a bed of thorns, Trample the pieces, make it splinters, Look ahead, it's all forlorn, What is the point of mending this nothingness?
heart pieces scatter pain
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
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