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There’s a heart inside of me that smiles before it cries

I learned that smile the hard way.

Not to fake it
to soften the room.

To buy myself a second before the truth hits.

Then, when nobody’s watching,

it spills out.

There’s a heart inside of me that walks before it runs

It doesn’t sprint into anything anymore.

It approaches love like fire; slow, hands out, watching the heat.

Contemplates.

Reasons.

Just proceeds with caution.

There’s a heart inside of me that plays before it laughs

Play is the safest doorway.

A song.
A joke.
A small moment that feels light.

If it stays gentle long enough…

Its real.

There’s a heart inside of me that hides before it crawls

Sometimes it disappears.

Not because it’s weak; because it’s tired.

And when it comes back, it’s slow.

One inch. One breath. Still moving.

There’s a heart inside of me that whispers before it sings

It offers itself in inches.

A small truth.
A quiet admission.
A “this is scary for me.”

If someone holds it without squeezing…

then it sings.

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It memorized pain long before it understood joy

Pain leaves scars.

So when joy arrives,
the heart hesitates
it doesn’t hate happiness,

but because it’s been hurt before.

There’s a heart inside of me that keeps beating even when it doesn’t feel safe

That’s the miracle part.

Even after everything… it still wants.
Still hopes.
Still reaches.

So if you see me smiling before I cry

know it isn’t a lie.

It’s my heart protecting itself…

while it stays alive anyway 🧡

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