I'm hurting inside.
They say I'm blooming.
I'm hurting inside.
They say it's part of me growing.
I'm hurting inside.
Nobody's knowing.
I'm hurting inside.
It's me who's frowning, it's me who's glooming, it's me who's drowning.
I'm hurting inside, and everything else is falling.
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The Rise of A Beating Heart
PoetryA Book filled with poems sewed by my deepest feelings. It's when I began to live for what I write and write what makes me feel alive. The Rise of A Beating Heart is where I exist in each and every line.
