I hold my heart in my hands
I look down upon it with empty eyes
I question how it got there
I ask why its there
No one answers my question
They just try to steal it
I worry they will break it
So i hold my heart in my hands
Waiting to give it away
To someone who
Is willing to give me theirs
To hold in its place
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