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Still Beating

I'm tired of saying my heart is broken

because

I don't believe

that a heart breaks

If something is broken

then it can be fixed

but hearts are not meant

to heal or to fix

they are meant to

scar and to remember

They are meant

to inherit a piece of this earth

to withstand the pressure of change

for we must remain ourselves

To be the one part of us that can be heard

by the eardrums of one hundred and three planets

and four million stars

A heart does not symbolize the love received

but the compassion we render to the souls of others

My heart is not broken

my heart is not crushed

my heart is beating

my heart is here

I am alive.

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abby-lucy
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Nov 11, 2014
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