A Wounded Heart
- I pump blood everywhere you go
- even in your seat.
- You feed me oxygen,
- in return I let you breath.
- When that sharp thing pierced through me
- I felt tired and weak
- so had to go to sleep.
- I woke up to the sound of beeps
- the lifeline rose to its peek.
- The doctors had to use the shocking heat.
- They realized how much I was in need.
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- A wounded heart is what I became.
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