A heart is a beating organ that beats to a rhythm
The rhythm it beats to is your life
The life you live on your own accord
At time there will be a string that breaks
When the string breaks its not easy to fix
It takes time hard work and pain
Too much pain is required
So much that makes you think it's easier to break it all
But you must remember the beat of your life
The one that makes you who you are
Remember what it holds, Joy, Love, Passion
But also it holds the Pain, Sorrow, Remorse
To live is to suffer for others
Or You live for yourself and no other
For me it's easier to be selfish
Because I can't stand to suffer anymore
My beat isn't for you or the people
My beat is for me myself and I
I'm so sick of people breaking my strings
Although I'm the pitiful being that let them
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Eternity
PoetryI've always felt like I'm stuck in a eternity of existence, so if you could spare the time read my eternity and hopefully it could help you.
