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heart beat


My heart is dead

because it aint red

hurt and pain

I cant feel that

ive been called cold since

I dont feel that

did i choose to be this way

yes I did

if I let it get to me

how would I focus

soaring through horror

yes im scared

my heart aches but isnt it dead?

hear my tears drop

1 by 1

can you see what im going through

my heart cant be fixed

we tried all these tricks

the doctor took pics

and told me something related to physics

I am strong but weak

always unbalanced

my heart may be dead

but how am I still talking

 
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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