My heart has been twisted so many times, but never broken.
You can see
stretch marks on it.
It has been used, washed up, turned upside down, and
still, came back.
It has pulsed faster than you can blink, and has almost come
to a stop sometimes.
It has crossed the world of love, fear, hate and shame –
but only got better.
It has been bended so, so, so many times you can hear it
split.
It has got little pieces of every soul that ever touched it, of everyone
that took a bit.
My heart… has never been broken.
It’s the only thing left to
do
– and I choose you to do it.
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