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jar of hearts, and whose hearts are they? yours…

And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart…


I was sorry, for broke it.
And somehow, I am the one who (still) cannot moving forward.
And it’s like looking at the mirror, seeking my own reflection while asking, “who do you think you are?”





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