If my heart could be crushed into a million pieces, maybe I'd be hurt. Wounded. Devastated. And trust me, I'm not the happiest of campers at this moment.
But my heart is a whole, a strong whole. It may be dented, but it has the enormous capacity to regenerate and repair. On its own. I do nothing. It does the work. I follow.
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we should all be so lucky.
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