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Flowers can’t grow in dead soil 
And love can’t live in a stoned heart 
A gift I wished the lord gave me 
Is to see thru hearts 
To not break mine 
It hurts 
The pain is always following me like my shadow 
Even my closed eyes can’t hide me 
The pictures in mind hunt every dream I have 
The exit is to cry? 
but Tears are not any more my pain killer 
I guess the time will bury my sorrow 
And I’ll repeat the same mistake 
Again and again 
Because simply.. I can’t see thru hearts.

Dead love