I found a broken heart. It was lying in the shadows on a dirty concrete sidewalk with crumpled, trembling wings. I looked around to see who might have dropped it on their way; I could not comprehend how men could hurt such fragile things... Who'd throw away a heart? I plucked it up from where it lay; inscribed upon it, clear as day my Name - my blame Truth stings.
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You really know how to pull the heart strings.