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Its a broken heart that drives me to do what i do, and say what i say. Deep down inside of me the broken shards remain inside a infinitely darkening crevasse. I lay awake dreaming of how to retrieve the pieces i've given, and how to put them together again. The bits of sharp glass-like heart stab deep and clean into my core, causing pain i've never felt before. What should bring the pieces together? Who should? When? how? Something out there tells me, there just must be something more, but my bleeding wounds need it now. I can't get up, i've fallen down, my lifeless body on the ground. People laughing, judging, pointing, acting zealous in their pride. I can't get up, i've fallen down, and there i stay, down on the ground.