felt a tad inspired. decided to play off of it. dint know wat to stick this under. so i'll put it under twilight. since i think it can somewhat fit with it.
da-idiot
The heart is a fickle thing. Racing at the littlest things and skipping a beat at what's breathtaking. No one can really control it, yet it can be given away. At times, our heart will stay with that someone, and we hope to never get it back, yet want it back all the same. It can be trampled on. Broken. Torn. We somehow manage to piece it together, however crude and fragile it may be. When we think that it will never be the same, there is always that one person to come and reinforce our tape with glue and a smile. We cannot control what it does, or even, to an extent, who we give it to. All we ever know is that those who have it, whether they realize it or not, control if it remains whole or in pieces.
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