An Old Heart
It's strange finding one's heart
It's terrifying almost
You would think that a heart was born inside you, finding its home deep inside your own body
But that's just an illusion
Your heart, your true heart and soul, is comprised of every concept you've ever known
Every person, every laugh, every lonely helpless moment
All piled up in one big, never-ending contradiction
You were born out of these experiences
You thought that you made the path
But really, the path made you
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