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Home is where the heart is.
Or so it is thought
I have no heart
And home would be the last place I want it
I cannot easily remember when last I felt my heart
I suppose it once existed
I suppose it was destroyed ruthlessly
Do you believe me?
For those who can still feel that thumping can ignore this
I hope that I’m not alone
I pray that I’m not insane
Have you ever had that feeling?
Finally, a sudden burn of fire running through your veins
Racing, pacing but with no final destination to settle
That’s the sensation of a missing heart
That place where it all subsides and retains the emotion
The place where you feel safe at night knowing what you felt is real
Imagine it empty
Imagine it dark
Imagine it cold
That’s the sensation of a missing heart
I live in the moment and for the moment
Excuse me if I seem callous
Excuse me for my indifference
It’s all the sensations of my missing heart
Many times I’ve tried to find mine
Yet I know not where to look
Maybe it’s staring right at me
Maybe it never left
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Posted by shretty on 2008-10-13 03:14:11 | Rating: | Views: 45
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hmmm...
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Posted by DaAbby
on 2008-10-13 05:47:24
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