A Bazillion Little Pieces

My bits and pieces
~ Wednesday, October 13 ~
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When you’re dreaming with a broken heart
Then waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for a moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she’s not, ‘cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone….
— Dreaming with a broken heart - John Mayer