I feel like I'm not really awake
but I'm not really asleep either
and theres some hollow dark hole
where my heart used to be.
can you please ask the neighbours
Where'd my heart go?
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Poesía"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
