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This Unclaimed Heart of MIne
I don't know where you are.
 I'm trapped in your jar of hearts.
 Captured in your bag of souls.
 Secrets still untold.
 Saved on your computer hard-drive.
 Do you expect me to live half alive?
 The twinkle in your eyes that outshined the stars,
 is now a piercing scar.
 Broken records skitting across my mind
 like your memory does a thousand times.
 It's raining wilted petals
 with fog rusting the pipes of metal.
 I can't see through these clouds.
 I hear your footsteps, so loud.
 I have grown stronger than I was before.
 I will never come back for more.
 This unclaimed heart of mine
 will never more beat for your lies.
 Luminous eyes will penetrate you as they glisten.
 As mine did when I bothered to listen.
 I don't know who you think you are.
 Don't call out to me, near or far.
 You were my inspiration.
 You have passed your expiration
 date.
 It's too late.
 We ended without a fight.
 Countless tears fell for a year's worth of nights.
 Two years have passed,
 and who would have thought I would bounce back so fast?
 I have plenty of time
 to find another for this unclaimed heart of mine.
 Thank you, 
 for what you put me through.
 A weakling, no longer am I.
 I feel alright.
 No more swarming in the past.
 For, I will never come back.
 You pushed me, so I'd fall.
 Don't come back for me at all.
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