to the first boy who broke my first heart don't worry i found another one.
to the first bestfriend who broke my second heart don't worry i bought another one.
to my mother who broke my third heart don't worry i didn't bother with making another.
to my future which i am sure will be just like the past (we repeat ourselves into eternity our collective unconscious hellbent on being heroes) - don't worry. there is nothing to break. you will have no guilt and i will have no pain.
there is only the option to carry on or be trampled.