Dying Heart.

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"The day my heart stopped beating"

The day my heart stopped beating is the day I thought life is ending.
A time where everything is unclear and unsure, the day of dying.

My heart stopped beating at that time I thought I'll loose everything.
A time of wondering to a path of dark shadows.
Path that nobody knows I'm heading to.

My heart stopped beating when I finally surrendered my life.
To whom you may ask?
It is the two mask.

Both shadow and light, yes I've surrendered.
To the darkness that I once known and to God who reborn me and made my heart beat again.

-Jamelle C. Zarate
March 23, 2018 (11:20pm)

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