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He broke your heart.
He broke it.
It was pure and new. Untouched.
You gave it to him and
he shattered it to pieces.
Without a single notice,
he just smashed it.
She understood.
She did so anyway.
Now, they don't understand it all.
They're all over there.
And I'm over here.
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