Tell it to stop. It doesn’t listen...tell it again. I won’t break my promise. No. I don’t want to hear its frantic cadence, the useless thump of something that still believes. Tell it: she never loved me. Tell it: it beats in vain. Tell it to stop. Stop my heart. Let silence be my vow.
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