How do i live now? What do i do if the heart is not there anymore?
My heart is aching like someone just drilled my sternum and ripped my ribcage apart and crushed my heart.
Everything is aching now. Like a zombie I will be. Ugly. Starving for another heart. Desperate.
But soon, the heart will die. And free I will be.
And when that time comes, like a butterfly I will rise. Beautiful. Elegant. And up high.
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