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Jul 2017
There's pieces of me
Lost just about everywhere
I go
And in everyone
I meet
They might not know it
But I'm there
My room is full of broken glass
From all the times I brought home
Broken hearts that were poured into
My hands like lava
Burning through
But they were only decoys
People only wanted attention
They kept their feelings aside
And now this is where I reside
Because  amongst all these
Broken heart pieces
Lay mine
My decoy hearts all used up
All emotion forced into my single
Real heart
Which imploded
Since the things I felt weren't
Visible enough to make an explosion
They were growing
But just like the stars
They couldn't handle the mass
And  collapsed
And that was that
The end of my hand held heart
Pitch Hiker
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Pitch Hiker  19/F/United states
(19/F/United states)   
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