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paige b.

I tried to keep it safe, but it broke anyways

My heart
Is a glass ball
Delicate
Awaiting somebody
Who will cradle it gently
And keep it safe.
 
Until then
I hold on tight
For I fear it will break
And it will stay forever broken.
 
So I hold my feelings close,
Hidden in a padlocked safe,
And I put on a mask of happiness
To protect
My crumbling heart.

Don't wait for someone to find you, you find someone.

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