If you look hard you might find it. Just walk through the junk, take a look behind the clutter, it's there I promise. It just got lost a few times. Its purpose paled in comparison to others. But the others all failed. All it needs is a chance, for someone to look at it differently than before, for someone to see it for what it could be, not as what it is.
Find within this mess a heart that's still beating. Take it and use it. Renew it. Shape it. Shine Your light upon this restless heart.
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Those are my hairs!
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