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Dear Self


Don't fall for anyone

Because they will just hurt you

 

They will break you

Wound you

Push you down

 

I was once asked

If i wanted to be loved

And to love

 

And I didn't

Because I've loved

And to be loved is a scary game

Between which is trure or false

 

I've been picking up pieces of my heart

 

I wouldn't want to break it even more

 

I won't allow it

 

Pick up the pieces

Don't drop them

 Don't ask for help

Trust yourself

 

Because

 

The only one who can pick up your broken heart

Is you

 

 

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