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Her heart broke, healed, broke, and healed again. What kind of glue could sustain the abuse? Hardly any. All the reason why her heart broke frequently. The heart is like a plastic toy. She take risks and soon the toy is broken. We look upon the broken toy and frown. Once it was beautiful. Time to throw the plastic away. Oh how she wishes we could throw away the broken heart and ask for a new one. Why can't we start over with something new? No, we watch as the old toy gets re-glued, fully aware it will never be the same. Never to be pretty again, innocent, new. We must live with that toy. With this busted heart she is asked to love still. How? How can she? There is a love, a glue strong enough. But sometimes her heart is too overwhelmed to feel this glue. So for this moment, just for this moment, she feels nothing but the cracks. One day, she will feel the glue hold herself together again.
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