After many years, there were apparently still precious few who knew that though it looked tough on the outside, it was genuinely soft inside and a little damage could go a long way...
" I must move on...I must, I must," it told itself.
Trying to gain momentum at a normal pace, it struggled painfully to move forward...but clearly, it was not ready for the long journey ahead.Any touch or impact on the injured part would make the wound deeper and it hurt...a lot...
The heart wallowed in a pool of its own blood and there was a sharp sound of glass breaking. It split into two.
" I'm waiting for the doctor to come and mend my halves together."
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