Heartbreak

She told me how can I miss what never was. Now I'm sitting here thinking, just because. In need of a heart transplant, all out of love. To me she was an angel sent from above. It was all about her, but only me there. Before these other guys, I was the first to care. I remember it all, whether it happened or not. Their are cold ends to loves that are hot.

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