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Each second, I can hear it. 
Pumping, pounding, rushing.
Though it beats, I do not live
Though I have died, I still live
My heart will continue, but my mind is broken
Slowly, I am pulling together
Slowly, I am mending
A broken girl, a shattered doll
Cracks in my porcelain, slowly growing
A false smile, dead eyes betray me
The cracks will fade, my heart has done it's job
My mind may be broken, but I am healing
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