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My Broken Heart has fallen apart to pieces in my hand.



I can feel the hot tears slowly roll down my cheeks and you wipe them away with your warm fingers.



I can hear the icy winter wind flow by in the sky and I can smell the salt that stains my cheeks.



You lean in for that final kiss and when we touch, I can taste the blood from your chapped lips.



Then I look at you that one last time as you step off the edge and fly away.