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Being good ain’t always good.

In this heart of mine, I left no space to love me. In this heart of mine, I gave to all, even to those who weren’t in need. In this heart of mine, So beaten and sore. This heart of mine, Knows no warmth, not anymore.

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Published: Dec 7, 2021
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