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The feeling

My heart is something I control
But I rather bury it in a hole
So I never fall…
Into that pit of despair and loneliness…

My heart, oh my heart
It’s not something I want to give away….
At least without a fight…
My heart…. My heart….

I wish happiness would stay
But every time I find it
Time takes it away

It walks out the door
My heart leaves me evermore
I hate happiness
It only brings pain
I don’t want to keep it
I will lock it away to rot in darkness
While I wilt away





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