Question for You

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Listen to my heart crying of what it used to be. Hear me when I lightly say the memories are like water choking and drowning me. Try and understand that my heart is a sacred token that has been vandalized by persons that thought they knew how to carry such precious cargo. Thinking it was a game, throwing me high and low. Embrace the scars from the broken pieces I have tried to piece together only to see open wounds that still have been glued together because those pieces are missing. Are you willing to fill those voids with integrity of promises that arent fantasies of have beens. Do you think you can handle the mishaps that occur randomly from the pain from the previous ones that vandalized my prize possessions?

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