Black is the color of my cold cold heart as it was once again shattered into pieces by another. Why I allow this power of another over me is a flaw I repeat in the search for a heart as kind as mine.
But don’t fret for me because black is also the color when colors merge. The merging of all these colors into my black heart is healing me with hope, happiness, peace, faith, kindness and love.
It is the spirit of my black heart that will work to make me whole to heal and to be me again.
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