My heart is broken,
By a sudden force,
But still its beating,
And making me mourn,
I know it is dead,
But why then it breathes?
I know it has bear enough,
But why then it feels?
I want it to stop,but I have no control,
It’s my heart, but I’m not it’s God!
Come into the hell, in which it’s living,
Release it from the things it’s bearing,
Give me a power to make it stop,
To get rid of the intensity of its thoughts.
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