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Sadness

December 19, 2014
By Anonymous

This thing inside of me you call a heart
Is nothing more than
An empty shell
If you listen closely
The erratic beat echoes
Loneliness, sorrow,
All comes rushing out
The shell is empty
But it is still full of life
It longs to be held
It longs to be cherished
This thing inside me you call a heart
It starts to crack
It starts to fall apart
Waiting for loving hands
To put it back together.



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