My bleeding heart,
Beats its tune,
In time to a rhythm,
Like a thunders boom.
Bleeding to a beat,
And beating in time,
It beats and it bleeds,
This heart of mine.
An empty ocean,
Inside my chest,
Bar a bleeding heart,
That will not rest.
So it beats its rhythm,
Its bleeding tune,
As I hope my dreams,
May somehow come true.















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Let what is past be past. Live in the moment. Focus on the present, the future and the people there.
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