Hurt.

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My heart is a strange thing.

I love it.
I love that organ.

It is the purest thing that I know in a world that is so dark.

It is strong, it cares and it is soft.

I am proud of that organ.

It is so, so kind.

My heart is selfless,
and it doesn't care that it is.

But I hate it.
I hate that organ.

For all the very same reasons that I love it.

Sometimes, I wish it wasn't so forgiving.

I wish it wasn't so full of love that will only go to waste.

I wish I didn't care so much.

And then nobody would be able to hurt my heart.

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