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Futile doodles


People are always doodling hearts

But hearts, tear me apart

They lead us slowly to our death

Leave us void with nothing left

Make us cry make us scream,

Break our souls break our dreams

Yet every time we promptly react

Losing ourselves, overruling facts.

Hearts are mortal

There's no doubt

Blood goes in, and

Blood goes out.

Our broken hearts believe this until,

Love takes over, and we lose our will.