You can't break my heart without my permission. Remaining apart is a sin of omission. I can't make an omelet without breaking eggs. I can't write a sonnet and toss out my dregs. Open my soul and I show what's inside. Keeping control, no art can survive. I lied to seem smart, as a petrified youth. Break open my heart, and I must tell the truth.
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Prompt 1: Quote
"The only question that nobody ever asks is: What breaks your heart? I think that should be asked of all "artists."...So, what breaks your heart?"
-Jonathan Carroll
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Awww what a sweet but sad write. It just reminds me of someone reaching out for help and I really loved the first line a lot, "without permission" it said so much and it made me think of what I just went through not too long ago. I really loved this a lot. Sorry it took so long to comment, been really busy, so many apologies
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