BlackHeart
I look as gentle as flower’s petal
But everybody treats me as a hard metal
I am the unique naure made arts
But nobody cares about me.cause I have got black heart
I look as innocent as a child
But everybody treats me as a wild
I am not in bad flood
But nobody care about me.cause I have got bad blood
I don’t have any bad desire
But everbody thinks that I am hurting fire
Everybody give me a lot of pain
Cause I have got bad vein
I am as good as hobbits
But everbody think I have got bad habbits
I think I am in hell
Cause I have got bad cell
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