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One heart that opens up freely,
reaching out to help, to give...
Caring for those who don't,
making a life feel alive for a second.
In your hand I place my heart,
and in your hand its crushed.
The best for you I want, but
the best isn't what you see.
Pressure builds up, until I can't
control my feelings or my thoughts, yet
they guide me like a compass,
Ruining good things for me, making
my life miserable. Simple solutions
come, but they are too drastic to use,
suffering I'm used to, pain I
can't feel. Hard like a rock, incapable of loving.