Our hearts are the random objects we see every day;
Glass,
Paper,
Metal,
And anything else.
They have a breaking point.
Some of them are strong;
Others are not.
And if they're not taken care of,
They break.
The sad thing is that some of them can't ever be fixed again.
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Poetry
PoetryTrue poetry comes from the hearts. This is my true poetry, from me to you.
