A heart is there to make you bleed. To pass the time. To help you sleep. A heart is there to touch and feel.To mend.
And to heal.
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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lovely :)
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