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some people say their heart is like paper, it tears easily; some people say their heart is like glass, it breaks easily. but those just sound so, well, girly. of course, sounding prettily fragile and fluttering can never go wrong. i, on the other hand, am not deluded. i see my heart as exactly what it is.
a dark red pulsating organ.
not elegant, nor poetic. actually, it sounds rather repulsive. but that's my heart and i doubt it's going to change in the near future. one thing though, sometimes it seems absolutely ridiculous that this bloody organ which sustains my life is protected by mere flesh and bone. not particularly reassuring no matter how yu look at it.
i remember indiana jones the temple of doom. the guy dug out someone's heart and held it in his hand. and so he stood there with that throbbing heart. and that image is emblazoned in my mind.