Born so small.
Were easy to fall.
Can't even stop a vision from clear drops.
Cycle of thoughts, thininking and thinking.
Tired of the way, thinking comes to a halt.
Through time the continuous flow in eye is drained.
Escape, no.
we grow.
Like a big heart.
The beating ECHOES out.
Embracing the heart.
Nothing stands in the way.
Beat like your heart.
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