My heart is fragile. . .like the wings of a butterfly.
My heart breaks. . .it shatters like glass.
The pieces scatter with each new break.
Pieces are missing.
But its okay. . .
My heart has been glued back together many times.
Missing pieces have been filled by the hearts of others.
My heart may be broken.
But it's beautiful like stained glass.
Handle with care.
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