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Nov 2011
My heart is my enemy
It rips, tears and poisons my veins
It pumps my body full of hope
When reality always wins.
It makes me dellusional
I see things that aren't there
Hear words that were never spoken
It gives me a false confidence
That I can take on the world
When really, the world only takes on me
My heart is a liar
A cheap ******* that always wins
My mind over.
C
Written by
cynicalfl0wer  Vancouver
(Vancouver)   
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