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to escape reality,
I retreated to the heart,
but it looked abandoned,
and pretty torn apart,
4 walls,
completely covered in holes,
stresses of life,
slowly taking its tolls,
i felt so much pain,
as it struggled to beat,
with such passion,
after so many defeats,
thought to myself,
if only these walls where made of stone,
then i shed a tear,
when i realized this heart is my own..
I retreated to the heart,
but it looked abandoned,
and pretty torn apart,
4 walls,
completely covered in holes,
stresses of life,
slowly taking its tolls,
i felt so much pain,
as it struggled to beat,
with such passion,
after so many defeats,
thought to myself,
if only these walls where made of stone,
then i shed a tear,
when i realized this heart is my own..
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