Pieces
How could one person make your world then distroy it in an instaint?
How could you still care about that person after they've whiped all emotion from your carelless courpes?
When someone breaks your heart, how come you still love them with all the little pieces?
I don't know . . .
I don't care . . .
. . .
But . . .
Honestly . . .
I could care less . . .
because I'm over that person, and I have a new person that IS my world, loves me for me, and now . . . I don't have to love him with the broken pieces of my heart . . . I can love him with the new one he gave me wink
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