somebody buried my heart. the problem is - I don't know in which grave exactly. Going here and there and asking: 'Excuse me, haven't you seen my heart? It's so icy now that I'm totally unable to describe it, it's changed for sure, since somebody took it away from me...' Nothing does answer me. Even silence has forgotten mercy.
Therefore I live without my heart, with a big hole inside my soul and I wonder how long death is going to make fun of me...
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Iza (Still beliving in justice):
I'll look for your heart and when I'll find it I'll give it back to you. You'll choose yourself who'll take care of it. I'm sure someone will. In the right way. Cause you're worth it :*
That's very kind of you, my friend. Your belief is something that I had lost before someone took my heart away. Thanks to this, I'm trying to remind myself the meaning of some important abstract expressions which can build a new thought - the base of further thoughts and possibly - beliefs. It's like an echo of forgotten times. Times before alive became dead.
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