Tools of Destruction.A Poem by NoaAn illustration of my belief that regardless of the weaknesses in our heart, the most fatal wound your heart can suffer, is losing the love of the one it keeps alive.
Burned will be the heart,
that cannot still the fire. Blind will be the heart, with eyes formed by pain. Tired is the heart, that beats beyond contempt, but broken is the heart, that forgets to love itself.
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