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If only my heart contracts voluntarily, then I could control
its beating.

But now, I can’t let it stop… though a gnawing pain locks
here in my heart.

I wonder why it never gets tired, when to God I already
cried…to take it all away…’til the last beat stop.

If only it would be
too easy…to just walk away… in this seemingly suicide inanity.

Is love also a continuous tradeoff?

Or is this dilemma just rooted from a self-inflicted pain or
maybe paranoia?

I want to shout inconsolably ‘til someone hears my heart as
my heart pants for love.

I want to feel love…see love… not just hear love.

Is love really there that I just fell short to see? Or just
lies maybe…

I don’t want to shed anymore tears that pour like the patter
of the evening rain.

But as I contained this mounting pain…it seeped through my
whole being…slowly drowning me ‘til it’s hard to breathe.

I’ll just wait until I’m numb… and bear no more pain…not even
love…for love gone stale…

’til the last beat stop…’til it’s finally over…

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