A rather heavy heart...

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A rather heavy heart weighs me down today.
When will I lift me up, tomorrow, next week, next month, never, who can say.

Painfully alone in the middle of a crowd.
Do I want to keep mum or do I want to scream my head out.

Should I burn myself out and rise like a phoenix,
or should I stay numb and watch the clock as it ticks.

I always knew that life could be crazy funny,
but I never really guessed that the joke could've been on me.

Heartbreak can really make a nobody into a poet.
Look at all the insane lines I wrote.

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