You burned it with a flame thrower.
Tossing it out the window.
Stomping on it.
Cutting it with a sword.
Smashing it with a hammer.
But you still look at it as if it was new.
So you continue the destruction.
Little you know, it will regrow.
You almost did it, but you look the other way.
Your heart is regrow with time.
Continue with the wrong going to right.
With sorrow. You see it as good as you.
Change is difficult. Having sorrow and grief in it.
Change will evolve it.
Your heart will renew itself.
Have faith.
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