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The heart in my chest is bleeding,
But blood never shows a stain.
If only behind this mask of tranquility
You could see a soul that is grieving…
My heart has the same ability
To suffer - to drown in pain.
If you knew how much one word could mean…
If you only saw me falling
Apart right in front of your eyes…
But until the last drop of my blood is shed,
My true love’s solemnly sworn not to die.
I guess, I’m like a castle, ruined on the battle’s last day,
Or novel with half pages missing…
The other half pages is frayed.

by April

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