Beating Hearts

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I hear them whisper, cry, and shout.

I feel their hope, pain, and anger.

I respond, absent response.

If only, if only they could hear my plea.

If only, if only they could feel my being.

I can't stop tearing their beating hearts ever so slowly.

I can't wake up.

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