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Sand;

Fragile, playful, soft

is my heart.

You make a castle out of it,

a pyramid so bright,

but the waves wash over it.

But before it does,

the big bad giant stomps over your

wonderful creation.....

And this big bad giant is much stronger than you,

my love,

so it's all up to me,

to turn my fragile heart into

Brick,

Stone,

Metal,

instead of the sand that is so easily

c  r u s h e d.

I must be stronger.

I must pick up the pieces of the sand, back together....

Because once it fell like a broken sand castle,

it was hard for the happiness to be renewed.

And the big bad giant is not just any giant.

Another word for it is pain.