very powerful words
A bitter heart beats in my chest, a life goes on alone, my soul no longer at its side with happiness unknown. I feel no more the rush of joy, and yet I feel not pain. Dead to all, I am a corpse; I wish to feel again. I try to wake my sleeping heart by rousing it with hate. I'm met with only stubborn void; I fear it is too late. For what will bring me back to life? The answer I must bear; this shriveled thing that is my heart can't feel enough to care. |
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