Throughout the years, I've always believed that our hearts are the strongest and they live forever, but I've realized suddenly that when there is a family member that passes on and leaves you behind, they also take a piece of your heart.
With 5 major deaths in the family, my heart has gotten weaker and weaker. Each member has stolen a piece of my heart. When the time of the member dies, I feel like something is stolen from me.
When it is time for me to go on, I know that my heart has been taken by others and that the small piece is mine to take and when the time goes for me to fall into an eternal sleep, I will take my own heart and keep it safe, for I know that when I reach that place of happiness and joy, I will be able to repair my heart by seeing each family member that has taken them.
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