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	Scott's Poetry Page \| home Untitled \| Smile \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Wish \| Untitled \| Thin Line \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Where do I go? \| Rearranged \| Fiery Grave \| With Every Breath \| What is there? \| Untitled \| Untitled Untitled 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.