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My Heart
My heart
It bends
It weaves
It does not break
Elastic like a rubber band
Resilient like a tendon
Snapping back into place
I may have once felt
Myself falling apart
Sinking down
Holding my chest
That was but a bullet
Too weak to break through
Ricocheting back
Breaking the brick
The wall in which I once built
Believing back then
That I needed to hold
Together the pieces
That is what breaks
What crumbles and falls
The pieces barely noticable
Mistaken for my heart
