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Every time I meet someone
I tear off a little piece of my heart
And leave it with them
Though they might not know it

Sometimes the little pieces
Are actually big chunks
And sometimes they are barely noticeable
And in no way significant, to them or to me

I didn't used to worry
But then I started to wonder
If I'd still have a heart left in the end
Or if it will be a part of everyone else instead

Then I remembered
That sometimes I get a little piece back
Like I traded a red skittle for a blue smartie
So we each still have a whole box of candy

So in the end I'll still have a bit of my heart
But I'll also have a thousand different pieces from everyone else
I'll just have to sew them together
And turn them into a little bag

To keep my own heart safe and sound