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Heavy Heart

I slept with a heavy heart,

Under the moonlight,

That shimmers,

Through the sheer curtains,

Of my room,

Hoping that this feeling,

Of hopelessness and vulnerability,

Will leave like the moon,

By morning.

But, when the floating clouds,

Wake me up in the morning,

It’s not the fear of being weak that hurts me,

It’s the heartbreak,

Weighing on my chest,

Wanting to be lifted off,

To not love anyone,

Who doesn’t love me back.


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