Trying to fix my heart, it needed to be repair.
Sewing the torns, gluing the broken part, painting what has darken, wiping the wet by 'rain' (tears) , and make it strong again.
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Works of cleaning, patching, repairing, and strengthens of the heart is in progress.
Difficulty of now is for the comfort and pleasure of the future.
Fixing it is still hurts somehow, because of the needle sewing through every inches of heart, and the painting roller is rolling the whole heart.
I don't know why is heart so fragile.. But I am proud of mine, because no matter how hard the broken is, IT still works somehow.
And I'll love who and what I suppose to love n matter what.