Black Heart
How can a person, with a black heart, live so long? Showing love for favoritism, and we all know it's wrong. They begin to show, no remorse for others. I know because, I do that towards some people too. So I know I'm not perfect but, I only do mean things when they deserve it. Although, I won't hold a fit, so long that we can't talk to one another. Regret becomes a threat, where I come from, and they end up as funerals. Just because, of you keeping that black heart. It makes you say non-stop, ungrateful things everytime, they see you. Don't let your heart be missing, because you can't stand, to see that persons face.
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