She liked to keep her heart
well protected, surrounded
by thick impenetrable walls
to keep it safe from the harm
it had already suffered.
But little did she know
she was pouring cyanide
down her throat and
she was destroying
the very thing she tried
so hard to protect.
Then one night not so long ago
a hand found a crack
and slipped in rescue
the barely beating heart
so corroded by the poison
she had let herself eat
for years never realizing
just how little was left.
And as soon as that hand touched
her struggling heart
everything that had been lost
was completely restored
and her walls crumbled that night.
After that she'd never be the same.
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