"I'm proud of my heart. It's been played, stabbed, cheated, burned and broken, but somehow it still works."

My heart has been through a lot of crap. At points it was completely shattered and looked irreparable. There were moments that it felt as though it would stop working all together... But it didn't.

My heart has been played like a fiddle. It's fallen in and out of love. It's been broken more times than I care to admit.

It's been stabbed by people I trusted and let it trust. Been let down by those same people and more. It's been dropped by people that I trusted to keep it safe.

It's been broken by even more. Been hammered and overloaded with my countless emotions. I'm sure it felt as though it was playing a hopeless game a time or two.

It's been cheated... by me. I haven't protected it as well as I should have. I let people in and let people tear at it. I let it down.

But, my heart powered through like a trained soldier ready to face anything that came its way. My heart never gave up or stopped working because it was tired. It marched on, knowing that it would be hurt again, but that I needed it to survive.

It always managed to heal itself before the rest of me fell apart.  Never once did it skip a beat or let me down. It was always there, enduring whatever I threw its way.

My heart is scarred. It will always have cracks. It will always be bruised.

My heart is trained in the art of healing itself. My heart still loves too much. My heart still falls to fast.

My heart doesn't let the past hinder it nor me. It knows where we've been and doesn't care. It keeps marching on.

But that's what makes it so wonderful. That's what makes it so amazing. That's what makes me proud.

I have a heart that is strong, steady, and reliable. I have a heart that's a warrior. I have a heart that will never stop fighting. 

I have a heart that, despite what it's been through, will keep thundering on. It will keep loving. It will keep letting people in.

It'll do this because it knows that I need it to do. So, while it may look ugly, scarred, broken, and cracked, I think it's beautiful.

And I'm damn proud of my heart.

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