What’s happening when we love?
When we lend a piece of our sacred heart to someone unknown?
Are we scared that that little piece gets hurt?
Or are we scared that we will hurt the piece we borrowed from someone else’s sacred heart?
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What’s happening when we love?
When we lend a piece of our sacred heart to someone unknown?
Are we scared that that little piece gets hurt?
Or are we scared that we will hurt the piece we borrowed from someone else’s sacred heart?
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I love staring at people.
Not sure what they think.
Little do they know.
Parts of them are the mirror of my soul.
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I return back.
To the one I first didn’t trust.
Then I lost.
Until I found it back at an unexpected moment.
Myself.
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