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For my heart is not truly mine.
It's no longer young and pulsating in my chest,
If even there at all.
Every throbbing beat no longer circulates warmness and life.
It snakes venom through my veins,bursting with gray faded memories.
Memories to meaningful to forget,but memories to painful to relive.
Every breath I gasp,
I inhale regrets and consequences,I was to naive and stubborn to take action for.
My body decays,wilting away to nothing,but my mind matures and strengthens.
I'm a prisoner in my own body,
Trapped by all my mistakes,
Blinded by fear,
Paralyzed with remorse.
I cannot escape.
I cannot tear away.
