Maybe it was our hearts,
when they break, they aren't whole,
they don't beat like one anymore
When they break, they are apart
They aren't smart,
healing themselves seems like art
Don't tell us to follow our hearts,
when they're already in
thousands of parts...
S. H.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 04/10/2020.
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