HANDLE WITH CARE
My Heart
I feel like
It eerily resembles
A thin sheet of glass
That can
Shatter
Into tiniest of pieces
With the smallest bit
Of pressure
And those sharp pieces
Will surely hurt
Every bit of flesh in me
That's why
I'm holding onto my heart
Ever so tightly
And I'm not letting
Anyone
Touch it
Bcoz I'm afraid that
Nobody
Can be sure to
Handle it with care
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