my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating.
totally emo thing.
check my vital signs to know i'm still alive.
probably no one would know or care if my heart tore into itsy-bitsy pieces
and the pieces were thrown to the wind.
or into the sea.
weighted down with iron and lead.
for the animals to feed on.
swallow me up.
i'm no more.
AND NO ONE WOULD CRY ONE TEAR.
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