The pain in my heart
Doesn't know its limits
It expands and takes the whole area
As if it was made for it to live
The burns that it has seen
That no one else can imagine
It does not know where will it end
Or what was its origin
The words that were left unsaid
That pinch like an arrows bed
Its time that you're dead
Till then your heart just bleeds red
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