Heart ..
It makes me sick,
No medication can cure it.
Pain ..
It makes me miserable,
I will be empty without the disease.
Empty ..
I’ll throw my heart away,
Making it is empty without love.
It makes me sick,
No medication can cure it.
Pain ..
It makes me miserable,
I will be empty without the disease.
Empty ..
I’ll throw my heart away,
Making it is empty without love.
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