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My Heart

my heart is not a toy
it is not a rag doll
you can throw around

it beats in my chest
even with the cracks
and the missing pieces

though its been stabbed
thrown to the ground
and stomped on repeatedly

it still forgives
even when its in pain
and keeps strong
even when its weak

though my heart still beats
it weakens every day
slowly dying inside my chest

soon enough
the heart that beats
will soon break

forever to be shattered
never fixed
just broken.
Written by emochick2497
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