My heart hit the cold floor,
As my blood pored,
toward the door.
People say my heart is broken,
But it wasn't - it wasn't even stolen.
It was shattered,
It shattered on the floor,
Next to the blood by the door,
Left by the pieces,
Was a note,
All full of creases.
All it said was,
' I'm sorry '
From that,
I knew it was from Cory...
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