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Broken pieces scattered all over the floor,

her hands are stained red as she picks them up more & more,

more things that hurt her, pile on & on,

That the things that drive her crazy, keep going on, 

and haunt her 'til the very break of dawn.

Her body may not be stone, but her heart certainly, was gold.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*☆