Not to trust everybody, but that would mean, that I don’t trust me, and I’d, fallen prey, to Uncle Siggy’s transference, and that, is NO good, STRIKE it!!!
What I learned from my heart, not to give it out so easily, or, it will break, and be in pain, for a very long period of time, and even as it’d healed back up, I still just might, feel that light discomfort in it from time to time.
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What I learned from my heart, NOT to love you anymore, because you’d, hurt me, again, and again, and even IF you didn’t mean to, I still hurt, just the same. And now, I’m done, getting hurt by you, that, is what I’d, learned, from my heart.
There were, so many things, that my heart wanted me to know about me, but my head, it’d, protected me, ‘cuz I wasn’t ready to hear the harsh words of truth from my heart, and yeah, it was, totally, shocking when I first found the truth, but, after enduring that excruciating breakage of my originally too fragile heart, it’d, hardened up, became, made of steel now.
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What I learned from my heart is, NEVER to trust anybody else, outside of me, that I am the number ONE on my priorities list, that if I don’t hold myself in high regards, then, NOBODY’s gonna, and I’d learned, ALL these lessons, offered by my heart, well already………
Life, the Obstacle Course 