A blessed heartbreak π
Picking the pieces of my shattered heart... i saw u bleeding as u bend to pick yours Now i understand why my heart never gets to be fixed...... maybe I've been picking yours and your picking mine... but why then are the pieces.of our heart looking alike? maybe.... maybe.... this heart break was meant to find us so now i learned that to fix our hearts a piece of you should be part of me and a piece of me should be part of you. a.a buratai...
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