You go along building courage to build your heart up again from scratch, glue-ing the bits and pieces back carefully, sheltering it from the rain or storm or anything that reminded you of what broke it in the first place and as time goes by, your heart starts looking like a heart again, instead of a puddle of broken glasses. But then, just for fun i assume, life blows you wind, or throws you a look-alike, or an extremely vivid dream, and like breeze upon your fragile heart,
it starts to rock.
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