In a state of living, our hearts beat to make us breathing. Heartbeat who's racing can come up in many ways.
The one when we realized, we're in love,
The one when we met new people.
The one when we can't hold our tears, heartbreaks, anger, loneliness, pain, longing.
There's time when I wish this heart to not keep beating, because every time it does, it hurts. It is the worst, is this feel like hell?
Heartbeat is a pain, yet so beautiful to feel.
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Color Of Life (A Collection)
PoezieMy mind keep thinking, thinking until I can't feel again. This will be never-ending, but who knows if one day I'll give up, it's the day I can feel right again, it's the day I feel like my story is enough. . . . "What if someone's heart want to live...
