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Thinking About The Heart

I'm feeling strange again, because of 
the wasted love my heart kept all this time.   
                                                              
It feels broken without any reason for it. 
I'm feeling strange and irritated.      
                 
My heart makes me the most paradox person. 

It makes me feel strong and weak at the same time.                                                              
It makes me feel confused because my heart is so full and empty at the same time. 

In times, when I want to think and act rational, it shows itself like saying: 
"I'm also here" and "don't forget me". 

Forgetting... The most terrifying ability I desperately want. 

My heart is like a baby kicking in the mother's belly.                                                                     
It shows itself in times I don't want it.              

At times I'd never expected it. 

Can't you just stay still?      
                                   
It hurts remembering that you're also there 
and doing more than just pumping blood.    
               
Because I know that you'll never be completed if you go on like this.                            
Why do you have to rebel against me? 

Thinking about you I'm wondering about how you work.                                                             

Right, how does a heart work?                               
                                      
I cannot explain it.                                               
It's another miracle of this world I think. 

But I think the heart is needed in many ways to live, it has two important duties; 


The one is to pump blood                                                     

                                                 
and     
                                                           
The other is to love. 



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