bleedinghearts
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you see hearts are like a butterflies wing in the way that they are exposed and beautiful but also fragile. my heart was on my sleeve but now it is scared like its seen a battle. no way i can not be causing grief becuase grief is what made me.
I believe in people who break their own hearts just to mend someone else’s.
People who extinguish their own spark just to ignite someone else’s.
The servants of the world,
