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The heart,
a delicate,
yet
dangerous thing.
It’ll be your best friend,
until the day it betrays you,
and
breaks.
Until the day you fall for someone,
only to find they don’t feel
the same
way.
Why must we be cursed?
Why must we suffer?
Why must we live
with these delicate
and dangerous
things called
Hearts?