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  Relationships come and go like smoke fleeting from cigarettes...  
Pieces Of My Heart
  I was left with nothing but the broken pieces of my heart. The shards cut deep, leaving scars that I knew would take time to heal. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the abyss, unsure of how to pull myself back from the brink.  
Pieces Of My Heart
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