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[candylegjoe]

she was my rushmore

If people would remember
That a heart is an organ
And an organ makes you live
They would be more careful
With the hearts that they handle

But instead they threw them around
Like tennis balls on the ground
Over fences to the awaiting jaws
Of vicious, slobbering, evil dogs

My heart has been treated as so
By me and her also
And now I cannot breath
Because the pain is just too severe
And I can't live without my heart