These pieces I hold— are my shattered heart.

I've took a long walk...

Losing some along the way.

But I'm so tired of waiting for someone to come put me back together again.

Elmores Glue won't work anymore.

I'm weakening— my body decaying.

People come and go, picking the pieces up.

Some forgot to return them... Others, violently reminding me why I don't know how to love.

Can you help me?

I'm breaking...