When it comes to love, enough to have left deep fissures all over its surface. But somehow I patch it up and bravely send it forth, hopeful that the next person to receive it will handle it with as much care in later years, as they do right at the start, when wooing me.
My heart breaks more often than not, though, when I hear/read of/see the unutterable cruelty we humans are capable of perpetrating on those less fortunate than ourselves, the weaker, the different, and the non-human. And these are cracks that never heal.
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