That which makes a heart
My heart gives me life,
it is the core of my body,
the essence of me,
and all that makes me.
Without my heart I would not be me,
but an imposter,
nothing but a machine.
Therefore my heart becomes my light,
a light that pierces through the uncertanties of the universe,
a light that heralds my values, my morals, and my truths.
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