It once was red,
Beating strong, pumping life,
Never once had it bled.
It once was alive,
Excited, eager, pumping steady,
As full of energy as bees in a beehive.
It once was free,
Smoothly never missing a beat,
Moving quickly, full of glee.
Yet now it's rather faded
into a sort of pink.
Yet now it's dying slowly
like a pen running out of ink.
Yet now it's chained down
ready to crack, ready to never blink.
Do you recognize my heart?
The one you broke?
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