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Inside my sleeve, I pull out my heart, handing it to you, "careful it's fragile, and easily falls apart." Extending your arms, you take the heart in your tender warm hands. It falls into a million shattered pieces - on the floor it lands. You begin to bend down to pick it up, sorrow and sadness in your eyes. Apologies are not enough. Looking at you with tears in my eyes, I ask you not to pick up the pieces of a heart that has fallen apart. I am the one who needs to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart - one by one, piece by piece. I need to put it together again, some how. some way. Each piece of my heart has a memory so true. Each piece of my heart has par