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There's a thing inside us all that's called a heart.
It beats, it breaks, it grows. And in the dire of conquences... it attacks.
This one thing, that's stronghold is in our chest, can bring us down.
In physically and figuratively speaking.
Yes, we use it to describe love and the joys we feel
but how much more do we use it to tell of our down falls: our hearts break, our hearts stop, our hearts die...
And yet, in the flaw of the human race; we need it.
- by Goat Tongue |
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- | Submitted on 06/02/2009 |
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- Title: This Thing Called A Heart
- Artist: Goat Tongue
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Description:
This is just a kinda rant I did. Latley I've been hating to write, but I felt I needed to get something out there. Anyways, hope you enjoy it.
P.S. I wasn't sure if this is the write category, but I hope it is. >< - Date: 06/02/2009
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Lola stelladora - 06/04/2009
- Such contrast. Even though our heart is easy to befall us we still can't live without it. Bravo!
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