Without a Heart

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I do not know where to start
My head feels empty sometimes
Leaving my colors grey
And my sight blind

Sometimes I feel like falling apart
I know I mustn't bend my head
The clouds in the sky are full of blue
Unable to let go of what I have said

The ships are all set to depart
Taking all of me with them
I didn't have much left anyways
I never thought this is how it would end

And so I carry on
They're may be nothing left 
I no longer have to play the part
And now I know what it's like

Living without a heart

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