"People see what they want to see, people hear what they want to hear"
The irregular rhythm of my heart beat was cause by a misguided view and a buried hope. How naive could I have been to constantly be reading the wrong name? The fear of answering overtook every sense, every happiness, every sadness, every pain. It's not just my sight which has been failing. The confession of my lips muttered out the wrong name. My fingers seems to know your name so well, that it feels right jotting your name down on a paper and my life.
I never saw my heart again once you left.
I cannot find the heart I gave to you.
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