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This heart of mine

My heart aches
I am not where I want to be
I am not who I’m meant to be
My heart aches
I cannot do the things I wish to do
I cannot go to places I long to go
My heart aches
It beats and cries out of control
It tugs and tears in chimes and rolls
My heart, it aches, it aches like hell
Is heartache my solace, my place to dwell
My heart, it aches, it shatters and breaks
I’m still a nobody, a fraud, a fake
This heart of mine has ached its last
It’s lost, it’s gone, it’s left behind
I need no heart, no heart of mine
For all I know is pain sublime
This heart of mine