It wasn’t the first time
Her heart had been broken
But it was the first time
Her heart felt like junk
So…
She told the boy to keep it
Because she knew, never again
Would it ever beat the same
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https://thelighteningandthefire.wordpress.com/2015/03/26/jadore/
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Not like. Want to fix it. Or get you a different one that beats powerfully and beautifully without the broken. Except it’s still you, sooooo….
*sigh*
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I know 😦 sigh
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I know that feeling…
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Yea 😦
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I can relate to this
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I’m sorry 😦
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Isn’t there a saying… one person’s junk is another’s treasure…
Your heart may break, it may change, it may not resemble what it once was, or what you want it to be… but someone (I’m guessing a whole lot of someone’s) will still find it beautiful.
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Truly beautiful ❤️
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Your words were beautiful first, I was just “dueting” off them. 😉
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yay… you are back… now cheer up…
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Junk Heart? Right up my alley.
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Your heart will never, every be junk to me.
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