The things we love the most leaves behind the biggest hole when they go.
Our heart falls apart in thousands
and thousands of pieces.
When we start to love something
else it's painfull and
scary to glue all
the pieces back togheter.
We keep thinking what if my
heart falls apart again?
What if I can't find
somebody else to fix it ?
Maybe we just need to find
ourselves back again.
To glue ourselves back togheter.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC
The things we love the most leaves behind the biggest hole when they go.
Our heart falls apart in thousands
and thousands of pieces.
When we start to love something
else it's painfull and
scary to glue all
the pieces back togheter.
We keep thinking what if my
heart falls apart again?
What if I can't find
somebody else to fix it ?
Maybe we just need to find
ourselves back again.
To glue ourselves back togheter.
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