CeruleanRaindrops

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Fragile is the heart, for we deny
Pain, grief, loss,
Until they crash upon us,
And our whimpering hearts go crashing with them,
Splintering into
Self-pitying shards of
Annealed glass.

Fragile is the heart,
Even though reality isn't all
Drifting among clouds,
Naive and carefree.
You'll hurtle towards the ground
Sooner than you had ever believed
Possible.

Temper your glass,
So when the ground
Tests your strength,
You're heartbruised,
But not heartbroken.
 
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