Sanctuary [Poetry]

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I always find broken crystals along the way. I think it's beautiful despite being torn into pieces and I still think it's a precious gem despite having sharp edges—

so I kept it inside my heart because it's the only safest place I know.

I always find crsytals anywhere I go and I always keep it inside. I keep, and keep, and keep—

until the crystal's sharp edges started to cut my heart.

My heart started to grow heavy because of the weight I'm carrying.

I started feeling the pain.

My heart started to bleed.

As time went by, my heart slowly became crystal itself. I saw little cracks in it, getting pierced and broken.

Now I finally realized that all this time, I've been collecting broken hearts.

/2018Jul21