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I had a conversation with your heart
Beautiful and strong it looked,
I went closer and saw that it was bruised all over.
I knew it was a strong fighter, fighting in spite of injury
But I couldn't see happiness in spite of everyday victory
I asked it why it wasn't smiling
"Because dissatisfaction is overpowering
I am a slave to my master, he thrashes me, he's a bit colder
He is ungracious for my presence
And looks for happiness in the world's leftover
Failing every time, he blames me
yet another time, takes no pride in his inner exposure."
"How can someone give hate to such a beautiful thing!" I thought
Until I realized that everyone in this world is nothing but a stupid controller!
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