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Fragile heart. A poem

It was like my heart
Was hung around my neck
Made of the most fragile glass
I worked so hard to protect
And alternately desired
To throw it across the room
Feeling a kind of sick satisfaction
Watching the wall drip
Like red paint splattered
On an abstract canvas

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I like the last three lines especially.

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That’s amazing :heart:

I have a fragile heart. Idk what to do about it. I’m hoping self care is a good start.

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My fragile heart
Like exposed dna
Burns in the oxygen
Needs a case
Made of gold
So that it can be hold.
Without getting stressed and old :innocent:

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