Don't touch me

Don't touch me
I'm a broken man
I got sharp pieces
You might cut your hand

Don't hug me
I'm a broken man
I got sharp pieces
You might rend your heart

Don't love me
I'm a broken man
I got sharp pieces
You might tear your soul

But you can admire me from a distance!

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