Fine Line

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How do you break a heart while at the same time proving to it that it is deserving of love?

Your own heart at that?

Isn’t it impossible?

Is our destiny to always be a fine line, between what could always be, and what always was impossible,

for the rest of our lives?

Because time never really heals scars, it just teaches you to live with them?