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I got a warm heart.
somethings I cant seem to change.
I burn bright all alone.
Its a burden to carry.
to understand how to care
only to be overused and buried.
I can still see what I wish I could be.

My heart wont allow me
to disregard feelings that once filled my insides.
Its like looking at the sparkle of a star
that is so far away and no longer there.
I traveled so far. A journey I only understand.
If I had a second chance I would just let go.
Let the meanings of emotions drop and shatter on the floor.

Like porcelain jars that cant ever be repaired.
Its better to throw it away
than keep a reminder of something that was once beautiful.
I have rebuilt my porcelain organs a few times to many.
constructed mostly of tar in place of the small pieces
that were lost in the initial shatter

At this point its better to just cave in.
implode into myself. a neutron star.
It gives off much heat.
But the impact is only self inflicting.
I pick up my jagged sharp shards
of porcelain and glue what I can find in place.
losing more pieces with each break
Witch is really only traces of memories
That seem to come up in my head
when nobody is around.
So Ill just pretend I never disintegrated