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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