I don't know
I don't know why a heart was made to be as fragile, while it carries most of the weight
I look at this as preview, it's like your body is a temple your mind making decisions but your heart is in control
You know when crave someone so much but your mind tells you it's a bad decision you'll regret it and you stand tall on that, that you won't do it. But there comes your heart, it says "I know we have a lot to lose but we won't die, I want that, I want it so bad my toes curl when I think about it my stomach grumbles with butterfly. I want it like it's the last thing I'll ever have"
I don't know about you but there's no way I could say no to that. I feel there's a lot we don't understand about it, even when it's broken it will still want that and it hopes only that can fix and mend the broken pieces
Damn I don't know
I don't know.
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