It was whole and fun-loving,
It trusted many,
And hated few.
It fell in love,
Every little bit.
It was hurt,
It broke into little pieces,
From all the pain.
It will never be the same.
Slowly it comes back together,
And little by little,
It cares again,
It trusts again,
But it is conscious of everyone.
One day it will love again.
It is my heart.







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