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Naume Mapaseka Apr 2016
Here I stand before you, pleading that you bring back the heart that you stole
I was so naïve, I thought  you cared about me but all you seem to care more about is you, and only you
I tried to love but failed
I do not have a heart,
It seems like a knife just struck me, left me with an agonizing pain
I can’t take this anymore; everywhere I go here you are, just like a fricking mosquito waiting to bite and leave me with the awful itchiness, itching until my skin turns pale
I cannot bear to think that my heart used to skip the beat for you and now when I see you it just turns sour, my whole body just aches
My heart is stuck somewhere in the wilderness, where I threw away
It was I who threw it away, not you
I tore it from my heart
I did not want anyone to be in possession of it and remained heartless
And so a heartless body I was, sitting in the shadow of darkness, fearless I remained
Until I choose to give it to someone who’s worth deserving, then it will remain where I choose to put it, out of the reach of vultures like you

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