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Don't Break Me, Please

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Hidden-Behind-A-Book

Published: Sep 4, 2014

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Don’t break me,
Please.

I’ve only just put this heart,
This shattered organ,
Back together.

I’m scared,
Scared to fall once more
And scared to feel again.

You’ve been making me smile,
Making a fluttering in my chest,
And it scares me so much.

I’m not sure I’ll find the pieces,
If it happens again.

So please,
Please,
Don’t break me.

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KeyholesAndFrost

Feb 10, 2016

"Why even wait for the glue to dry before shattering your heart yet another time... Wouldn't it be easier to just let the pieces slide apart instead of shattering into sharp little pieces that cut your fingers the next time you try to fix it?"

~Anonymous

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