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Oct 2013
My heart is broken into a million peices, it's spilt out on the pavement, it's shattered on the floor.
My heart is broken and i can't fix it on my own. It's killing me swiftly and slowly, it's hurting me so bad.
My heart is broken and the edges are sharp, they're digging into my chest and piercing my soul.
My heart is broken and there's only one cure.

One ******* cure.
Time.

Wait a little longer. It'll all be over, the heart has a way of fixing it's self. Wait a little longer.
Luisa bernabó
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Luisa bernabó  Rome
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